Sizewell B power station Suffolk, England a white, rounded mushroom mixed in the world’s cauldron the moon brought to ground, gleaming, radiating the giant forbidden fruit on the tree of knowledge a perfect white bottom inviting a pinch but it’s forbidden to touch the earth’s fertile, white belly (from “Exercises in… Continue reading Poem: Still Life With Nuclear Reactor
I was not born to this, but time has done its work. On the first day, years ago, I smashed my head against the wall like the Spartan boy seeking death rather than tolerate servitude. But walls soften, and the routine I once so strongly resisted has become instead a barrier against the freedom I could… Continue reading Poem: Slave
What of those moments when we are touched by a feeling, sense or knowledge that connects us to the inexpressible? I had one as a child. My father very seriously explained that it had been a taste of God’s love. Although I did not understand, this satisfied me for some years. As a struggling physics… Continue reading Poem: Search Engines
S.C. Flynn 