I whisper to my mom. I whisper to her about space. I say that there are eight planets. I tell her that there are stars. I say there are galaxies. I tell her that I like space. My mom tells me that she… more →
The WITS Blogwrote 3 weeks ago: Each silver snowflake sings my name. Guess what? No two sound the same. I love LOVE LOVE that last l … more →
wrote 10 months ago: Science! Are any of you as confused as I am about this whole “God particle” business? We … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Check back each Monday for a new poem! Click on the title to access this poem’s page. This all … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I don’t understand why you aren’t as famous as your cousin gravity. Your work in closed … more →
wrote 3 years ago: I whisper to my mom. I whisper to her about space. I say that there are eight planets. I tell her th … more →
wrote 3 years ago: Poems On the Underground is an annual project that has been a part of London life since the mid 1980 … more →
wrote 3 years ago: The sliding blanket gurgles as it rushes and hushes every other sound, beneath and around jammed log … more →
wrote 6 years ago: Dear Pluto, It’s us, we are kicking you out. Your ego was the size of the sun, And you’re no longer … more →