They hurtledthrough the icy silenceof spacefrom fragile constellations:sharp, hard, alien.To themtheir shatteringmust be like yesterday;to us it is the culminationof millennia,a joining of star-dots,when a rockcracksand we discover a xenolithwithin. Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2026 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub we area writing quadrilles with Melissa, who says that X marks the […]