A Star is Born…

One of the many reasons I love to buy old books as opposed to new ones, is the rare delight of finding something forgotten inside it, left behind by a previous owner. Whether it be an intriguing inscription written a hundred years passed, or a curious bookmark that has a story all of its own….

Baby Stars

Baby stars curled up Embryonic Die young spit out gamma rays Form the Black Hole

A Short Hop in Hyperspace

I was standing at the edge of the solar system, looking in. They came rushing towards me on beams of light. The Guardians of the Gateway I named them, as sometimes hyperspace places the words in your head and suddenly you know the name of things you never witnessed before. They had flame golden eyes…