James Thomas Fletcher

In a Burst of Recycled Electrons James Thomas Fletcher

From the author of Poems from Terra and Cairn. More poetry plus short stories and plays. Readers approve:
- Your sense of poetry completely changed MY sense of poetry.
- Poetry is not something I am attracted to, but one recognizes immediately that [Fletcher's] poetry, or sense of writing, is beyond the normal.
- All the qualities of genius. Explore these short samples for a glimpse into In a Burst of Recycled Electrons PSST! SCRIPT
I left the typo in the last message
for your pleasure, the connotations
for your rumination.
I simply sat down with fragments
of your notes and the missive flowed.
Perhaps you and I have no typos.
Thxy'rx nxvxr likx this.
Ours always make sense. Yours, the quixotic, pixilated,
former mixologist, Jxm LOVE
You soar far into the blue
Sailing in bright light,
over the heads of man.
Suddenly someone tosses a faded rosebud
Into the spear of the wind,
a missile that should never reach you
And down to the ground you drop. ZERO DEGREES HAIKU
it's the time when air
breaks like glass and stars crack out
of the sky: winter DARKNESS DESCENDS
The lights are out in Skylab tonight.
The lights, the computers, all of them.
The monitors, the servers, the switches,
The hubs, are all dormant and dead.
The fans are off. The projectors powerless.
Every plug pulled. Even the coffee pot.
The refrigerators mute,
Their doors hang open, lifeless.
Control panels and their former twinkling lights
Invisible now in the black night.
Heating units cold as a tomb.
Practice for the future I guess.