Posts Tagged ‘WC Roberts’


lift the bowl to the stars
and remember the cries of the infants
as you catch their tears
dripping as the light goes down

we leave tomorrow—
tonight we sip the stuff of legend
—and take to the skies in old vessels
powered by the light

is there life waiting for us
upon arrival
from the aeons and far away

on regolith barrens
sharpened in a vacuum
that dew-covered grasslands

the journey ends there
and soon
it will be time to go—
we sip from the bowl of tears

and lift our voices
to the stars
as one by one
they fade away
— WC Roberts
WC Roberts lives in a mobile home up on Bixby Hill, on land that was once the county dump. The only window looks out on a ragged scarecrow standing in a field of straw and dressed in WC’s own discarded clothes. WC dreams of the desert, of finally getting his first television set, and of ravens. Above all, he writes, and has had poems published in Silver Blade, Liquid Imagination, Strange Horizons, Apex, Space & Time Magazine, Shock Totem, Scifaikuest, Star*Line, and others.

Image Notes: The stellar image is from NASA:  Within the swaddling dust of the Serpens Cloud Core, astronomers are studying one of the youngest collections of stars ever seen in our galaxy. This infrared image combines data from NASA’s Spitzer Space Telescope with shorter-wavelength observations from the Two Micron All Sky Survey (2MASS), letting us peer into the clouds of dust wrapped around this stellar nursery.