Adventure Fiction Poems

Do you remember that time we danced on the moon, our bodies entangled, our breath in tune.

Yes, you took my breath away. Like I'd left...

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orange swirls
from dusty footing
hiking up 
to Mars’s mountain
peaks and caps
and canyons crying
out for days
of gravel pounding
edges ledges
handhold wedges
reddish sun
through reddish mist
of burning sand
in drought-filled land
all...

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I ache to dance upon a beam of light,
taken to remarkable worlds in flight,
to places no human has ever been,
systems where life is lush and...

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"... what I said was, The Tardis... and I'm the heir..."

Much more on the inside than you could ever imagine...

and Siriusly sweet with a passion

The...

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We two are designed to these ebbs and troughs,  
Gyro dynamic tempos to clench the soul, 
And gnawingly let go,
Let flow 
Far far away...

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oh chant to me those ancient runes
      brimmed lands lost, long, to ices
       ...

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When the space traveler returned,
                it was already another generation
...

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I am riding through the Borderlands
That place of harsh, arid beauty
Carrying out observation for 
This period of detached duty.
It is that time of day,
The setting...

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We are not alone in this place
Just isolated in space
Our star isn’t dim
Just at our Galaxy‘s very rim

For no other reason
Than it was their mating...

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A coil of the labyrinth winds deep into the night. 
A path that is tortuous and falls 
into terror turning left then suddenly right.

Something sits...

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My blood loves sugar
my liver loves gall
your kiss is sweet
your nausea is salt
I'm diabetic for you
in the mix of everything
I'm not bad
at all !...

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“Hey, Jack, I’m so pleased to meet you.
For years now I’ve been fascinated by the dangerous
situations you find yourself in everywhere you go.”

“Thanks, man, I've...

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Bicycle bicycle where are you going 
Bicycle bicycle what are you knowing 
Bicycle bicycle where are you flowing
Thoughts are of you drifting though lands of...

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...I’ve seen the DNA records,
her own mitochondrial trace,
showing she started her own line
all the way back in the Bronze Age!

How many siblings have I had,
“ninety-seven,”...

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...It was no life she’d imagined,
but she had no other real choice,
and she did grow to care for him,
gave him ten little girls and boys.

Decades...

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