While I am enjoying the writing, I have not been posting all of my work. Some of it seems too rough, too draft-y, to throw out on the wall. Indeed, this one will probably need more work after percolating for a while. But why not put the little plant in the sun and see if it can manage to take root?

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Chandrasekhar’s Limit

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This is also inspired by the trip to New Orleans. It’s part of a series I’m writing for a book of poetry – perhaps to be finished by the end of this event. At which point I’m sure it will take off like a rocket – maybe the rocket that “killed” Bucky, but that’s better than nothing.

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