Monthly Archives: April 2018

  When Halley’s Comet returns in 2062 I wonder how many people will view it From Mars? There should at least Be a small base there by then – a McMurdo-esque Cluster of tunnels and habs, maybe a garage or … Continue reading →

  For four billion years there were few sounds to hear On Mars. The low moan of winds moving Through the valleys; the rasping hiss of dust devils Kissing as they waltzed across the plains; The click-clack of rocks falling … Continue reading →

  The first person to die on Mars is alive today.   As you read these words, The first person to be buried in the cold, Hard martian ground, covered with clinking Red rocks, destined to go down in history … Continue reading →

  Ironic, and sad, that although the marks of hominid heels and toes Left in Laetoli’s volcanic ash almost four million years ago Have survived until today, Mankind’s first footprint On another world was lost within moments of it being … Continue reading →

    The world watched Armstrong’s One Small Step On TV. Staring at flickering screens, Holding their breath as his boot Pressed into the grey lunar dust with an unheard crump, Lumps in their throats as history Was made before … Continue reading →

  Such a cliché to say “This book changed my life!” But RED MARS really did. I’d never seen my Mars in print before; No author had ever reached into my chest And wrapped their fingers around my heart Like … Continue reading →

                  My shelves groan under the weight Of books about Mars. They bend in the middle, like geological layers Of stone warped by time, moaning “No more, please, no more!” Crammed onto … Continue reading →

  The first time I saw you I was Fifteen, I think, just starting To discover the sky. I’d Been “into space” since I was five – From the day I was made to sit in front of The Big … Continue reading →

  On Earth we could have stuck posters up On lamp posts and trees, Desperate pleas for keen-eyed passers by To get in touch if they caught sight of you; We could have put handwritten signs In shop windows, with … Continue reading →

  No-one warned me just how much Mars hates visitors from Earth. As they built me, slowly slotting my pieces Together, none of my Creators dared to sneak Away from their Supervisors’ side to hide behind me And whisper in … Continue reading →