Knowing ( 1958) By Robert E. Wood Awake on winter nights we know they are there. Not the flying saucers of Saturday matinees, but something we hear twisting the dial between stations or on frequencies picked up by bedsprings and silver fillings.
“Tines� by D. J. Bryant, 2012
Isn't everything coming to us from space? The ghosts and images captured on the screen as we turn the rabbit ears. Don't we sometimes see faint lights in the forks of trees before spring leaves can shield us from the stars?
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