Astronaut training is tough.
Mr knowles, I am a watercolor artist and I wish my paintings could match your word artistry. Just beautiful imagery. Love the badger also
Had me smiling all the way...
"... in the very front row of this enormous spinning space-theatre of ours." So good to remember that we are all everyday astronauts in the midst of a spinning space-theatre!
Thank you.
Orion dropped his belt, that scorpion bite hurt.
Death was imminent.
Endlessly he has hunted the skies
Yet it fell just under hie eyes.
The pyramids laughed in unison.
God and goddesses prayed,
To join him in the skies.
Three kings were asked to deliver 3 gifts,
To the Christ born son.
Gold from the sun, frankinsence from spiritual reams, cut with an emerald knife.
Myrrh from a Blackbird of the afterlife.
This is just what it feels like to be a mermaid, only less dry. Perfect musing for the wolf moon. Beautiful!
What a ride! Thank you!
This is a story I will save to read many times. Loved the whole journey! Thank you.
Oh David. Brilliant. Thank you. And here it is a full moon. What a gift.
I love this so much. I look forward to your Substack in my inbox every time.
I need to refresh my constellation knowledge. Alas I am in sandstone country, nowhere near as solid as the grit!
So fucking amazing!
Lovely! I know what I'll be doing on moonless nights come summer!
I love this
Lovely, just lovely!
So much to love about this! Thank you.
Wonderful
Mr knowles, I am a watercolor artist and I wish my paintings could match your word artistry. Just beautiful imagery. Love the badger also
Had me smiling all the way...
"... in the very front row of this enormous spinning space-theatre of ours." So good to remember that we are all everyday astronauts in the midst of a spinning space-theatre!
Thank you.
Orion dropped his belt, that scorpion bite hurt.
Death was imminent.
Endlessly he has hunted the skies
Yet it fell just under hie eyes.
The pyramids laughed in unison.
God and goddesses prayed,
To join him in the skies.
Three kings were asked to deliver 3 gifts,
To the Christ born son.
Gold from the sun, frankinsence from spiritual reams, cut with an emerald knife.
Myrrh from a Blackbird of the afterlife.
This is just what it feels like to be a mermaid, only less dry. Perfect musing for the wolf moon. Beautiful!
What a ride! Thank you!
This is a story I will save to read many times. Loved the whole journey! Thank you.
Oh David. Brilliant. Thank you. And here it is a full moon. What a gift.
I love this so much. I look forward to your Substack in my inbox every time.
I need to refresh my constellation knowledge. Alas I am in sandstone country, nowhere near as solid as the grit!
So fucking amazing!
Lovely! I know what I'll be doing on moonless nights come summer!
I love this
Lovely, just lovely!
So much to love about this! Thank you.
Wonderful