Part V Dark Energy Strikes Back
Events move on after the rise and demise
of gargantuan black holes, their mortality realised
after trillions of years, just as we do ours,
evaporating into the vastness of space
their final swan songs displayed for any gods left
to bow in admiration in this ever-expanding universe
gathering speed. Only…
71. Soi Sai Nam.
Worakarn sat on a bench at the north end of the soi, (lane) where she once lived with her family. Like her two brothers, she left to start her own life leaving their parents still living at №71/5 Soi, Sai Nam (lane big tree). …
Born in West Bromwich in the West Midlands to Irish parents,
both from big Irish families seen me grow up in a very Irish environment.
Tis where I get my second-generation Irish cheekiness and humour from.
Times were very hard for both parents having to move to England
Swallowing gases birthing stars
this gargantuan mouth is open for business,
chewing elements in what looks like an
awful mess within exploding dust clouds
raising temperatures way beyond the chill it burns.
High energy UV radiation photons prizing electrons
from hydrogen reconnecting once ionized
showing off its new wavelength colours
nurturing its stellar…
Kings and queens
God king Lugh
Oaths truth law
Queen Maeve strength
Was her bain
All foe’s slain
James G Brennan 2021
Chocolate cupcake crumbs
Pays visits at breakfast
head raised sniffing,
I empty plate crumbs onto the table,
gecko grabs, scarpers with its feed.
Ant in waiting takes a chance
lifting its prize staggering off towards sanctuary’s
before pissed-off gecko devours them.
Sanctuary reached just barely in…
“The heaven is spherical in shape, and moves as a sphere; the earth too is sensibly spherical in shape, when taken as a whole; in position it lies in the middle of the heavens very much like its centre; in size and distance it has the ratio of a point…
Resonating an infectious style
influencing others minds
philosophy of words your mantra
through pen upon blank white pages
colours of language bring life to space
beckoning ink after all this was made to be filled.
Welcoming words upon its surface
addicted to the flow of the pen
courting stares exuding beauty…
Ten years. Ten years!
No matter what bands I played in during my first 10 years
as a young drummer from eighteen to twenty-eight,
(bar the last one), wanted the Beach Boys drumming spectacular
“Wipe Out!” …