Clear History

Clear History  Sometimes I search for my name online, just to see           if I exist. I put the letters in quotes, as if to hold myself together. I search as if for a stranger, knowing           nothing of her life. When my name appears, I think, Can...

Rectangle

Rectangle The most open of all the shapes, even drawn in two dimensions the square and triangle are stuck to the page a circle is, at best, a hole, but a rectangle— a rectangle is a door or an elevator, going somewhere — Michalle Gould, author of Resurrection Party This poem is offered as part of our November...

Poem In Which Nobody Says

Poem In Which Nobody Says I Told You So The point is, you won’t necessarily know Whether you’re living in a science fiction reality. Just as you won’t learn until after the final episode Whether the captain meant all he said about aviation And his wife. And what were you doing, anyway, In that chamber?...

At the Air and Space Museum

At the Air and Space Museum When I was nearly six my father opened his magic doctor bag: two tongue depressors fastened by a rubber band; one flick of his hairy wrist and lo! we invented flight. — Linda Pastan, author of Insomnia This poem is offered as part of our November theme: Math, Science, Tech...

The Ballad of Further Down the Line

The Ballad of Further Down the Line Part 1 We left behind the them and us – divisions in the villages, uncivil tongues and civic fuss, the laws of privilege – to tax the molecules that rush and pay their dues without a fuss that rush for no good reason, but the laws of physics...

An Equation for My Children

An Equation for My Children It may be esoteric and perverse That I consult Pythagoras to hear A music tuning in the universe. My interest in his math of star and sphere Has triggered theorems too far-fetched to solve. They don't add up. But if I rack and toil More in ether than a mortal...

Lovers Disappear Inside Devil’s Backbone

Lovers Disappear Inside Devil's Backbone Love, let’s go ahead and take time out of the equation. It’s just a featureless t anyway—little more than x and even more self-conscious. Let’s put you and me together in a room— in a black room, and we’ll be brown and areolaed and landscapey and long and sinewy and...

The Robot Scientist’s Daughter

The Robot Scientist's Daughter [medical wonder] was a bit confused. She started down a road to medical wonder, sat under the machine’s lights, but then tiptoed off on a paper trail, looking for an island of cranes. She made a thousand wishes; still she shed a blue glow and everyone said how sickly. Her nails...

There Is Absolutely Nothing Lonelier

There Is Absolutely Nothing Lonelier There is absolutely nothing lonelier than the little Mars rover never shutting down, digging up rocks, so far away from Bond street in a light rain. I wonder if he makes little beeps? If so he is lonelier still. He fires a laser into the dust. He coughs. A shiny...

Misplaced Pie Minstrel

Misplaced Pie Minstrel I thought you said pi and I came all prepared with brilliant mathematical equations — Tweetspeak Twitter Party This poem is offered as part of our November theme: Math, Science, Tech T. S. Poetry Visit me at: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorD.B.Mauldin/