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Copyright notice

I don't ever anticipate this really being a problem, but as I expect my work may be receiving somewhat wider distribution, this seems like a cheap precaution to take.

All works published as LiveJournal entries for marius23 which are not otherwise credited are hereby Copyright © 2003-2020 Marius P. Rascal.
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Hugo Short Story Nominations

If you anticipate voting for the Hugos this year and if you were disappointed by last years choices for short story and you'd be interested in discussing ideas to improve the situation, please comment on this post. If I get enough interest, I plan on adding a new filter so as to not bother the rest of the people reading my LJ.
cheshire cat

Earth


 Earth
"Circling the Earth in my orbital spaceship I marveled at the beauty of our planet. People of the world, let us safeguard and enhance this beauty — not destroy it!"
Yuri Gagarin, first human in space, April 12, 1961


 
Earth, a blue ball of blown glass,
Hangs in space, catching the sunlight,
Delicate, fragile, and luminous
Shining like a priceless sapphire, a rare gem
Among planets. There are hints of others,

But Earth is still the only known to have life,
An oasis in the cosmic desert.
Unlike the other rocks spinning
In our solar system, Earth has
A bubble of life’s essence, liquid water.

A bubble flying through the cosmos:
Spaceship Earth, where we are the crew
Charged with safeguarding the passengers
And cargo, using our limited onboard
Supplies and the bounty of the sun.

Earth’s a clock that ticks away the days and years;
Let us use the meager time we each have
to ensure it still measures time for our heirs.

Earth’s a complex craft; let’s study its cycles
and systems and learn to keep it in good repair.
Earth’s a wellspring; let’s not poison it
but share it with those who thirst and hunger.
Earth’s a jewel; let’s keep it’s flawless facets
clean and clear, conserving it’s uniqueness.
cheshire cat

When



When



When I see the first green shoots begin to show
When I feel again on my face the sun’s heat
When I hear the chirp and peep and trill and tweet
When I grumble about how much tax I owe

When I see the purple, white, and gold blooms grow
When I feel, through my hair, the warm breeze blow
When I hear, into vernal pools, cold springs run
When I remember Concord and Lexington

When I see crows and sparrows flying to and fro
When I smell musty leaves and wet earth thawing
When I taste bitter herbs and baked unleavened dough
When I celebrate another year’s turning

When snow falls, then melts the very next day
Then I know, at last, Winter has gone away.