And they collided;

Sending light and gravitational waves of a gamma-ray burst.

They were dead for a long time

From a supernova that killed all their electrons and protons,

And turned them into small, dense and heavy masses.

There are millions of them,

But these two came closer and closer,

With love as strong as their gravity,

And they collided.

The collision was spectacular,

A cosmic gold event that created real gold,

And uranium was created along with it.

Once they have been huge dazzling stars,

But they created a spectacle when they were dead.


Probably now we’ll have some answers,

On how the Universe was created and at what rate it is expanding,

And we’ll have no one thank other than these neutron stars,

Because they collided.


From World of Biba


Let There be Light! — A Big Bang Sonnet

Let There be Light!

The singularity is now complete.
Contained — the building blocks of gas and rock.
The Master Builder rises from His seat
And sets to midnight its celestial clock.
But time’s timepiece will neither tick nor tock
Until the detonation — till the blast.
The Builder nods — the shackles, they unlock;
The force that held the seething mass is cast
Aside — no longer is the bomb held fast,
As now the point of no return is reached.
And so the future will be as the past,
As boundaries are broken, blasted, breached.
Exploding outward does the matter race,
Constructing rock and gas and time and space.


by  D.N. O’Brien

Space Within

Considering the expanding universe and ultimate cooling, I pause
remembering photos of star birth amid nebulosity,
nuclear furnaces blossoming.

Telescopes in orbit or secluded in foreign deserts
produce pictures in lights we cannot see
show immensities in glorious un-colours.

In the back garden, I look up, past scudding clouds,
watch coloured pinpricks arrayed over black sky
with occasional satellites twinkling by beneath.

Feeling the breeze, green with trees, redolent with life
thinking of all those things we cannot see
here and all the way up there.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond


(after Stephen Hawking)

Do you sometimes want to wake up to the singularity
we once were?

so compact nobody
needed a bed, or food or money —

nobody hiding in the school bathroom
or home alone

pulling open the drawer
where the pills are kept.

For every atom belonging to me as good
Belongs to you.

There was no   Nature.    No
them.   No tests

to determine if the elephant
grieves her calf    or if

the coral reef feels pain.    Trashed
oceans don’t speak English or Farsi or French;

would that we could wake up   to what we were
— when we were ocean    and before that

to when sky was earth, and animal was energy, and rock
liquid and stars were space and space was not

at all — nothing

before we came to believe humans were so important
before this awful loneliness.

Can molecules recall it?
what once was?    before anything happened?

No I, no We, no one. No was
No verb      no noun
only a tiny tiny dot brimming with

is is is is is

All   everything   home

by Marie Howe


To comprehend beginnings,
and extrapolate the birth
in elemental plasma-energy
from background hum
of radio-waves,
to read expansion from the
gentle Doppler shift
in horizon galaxies
who to tries their best
to drift apart
in vacuum voids of nothingness.

But to understand and follow
scientists through
calculations, simulations
observations, confirmations
and maybe even publications
always leads to further,
deeper questions asked
on curvature or more dimensions,
on properties of mass
or why and when.

And when finally
you’re lost and understand
that only therein
in confusion, lies its horror
its beauty and magic of loss.

Veterans of the Big Bang: “the knuckle-atoms will not commingle with the drywall-atoms” scribbles the physicist…”

A truly original twist on atoms and the Big Bang:

Art of Quotation

the knuckle-atoms will not
commingle with the drywall-atoms”

scribbles the physicist in his

notes, pen gripped in a trembling
bleeding hand, chalky white dust
settling all over the lab

at the sub-atomic level everything
seems soft and fuzzy, uncommitted
to being, a penciled-in existence

but there’s a hardness to atoms
that makes you think they’ve
been through bad times, and… ”

continued here


— Paul Randall, poet, Texas yammerer.  Excerpt from the Starfish Sutra poem Veterans of the Big Bang

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Bubble Universes

Just found a new (to this blog) Science poet. Enjoy!




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Our universe may be embedded in

a bulk containing other bubble realms,

while we are just a hologram within.

The implication is what overwhelms.

Quantum Nonlocality (Multiverse), Colliding Bubble Universes - Parallel Universe Wormhole, Holographic Fractal Structure, Infinite Synchronicity - Infinite Quantum Zen (1)

Though this explains why gravity’s perverse,

our cosmos, then, is not the whole shebang.

Are we part of a frothy multi-verse

where one’s black hole is another’s Big Bang?


Is our universe the one that God meant

or just one result of experiment?


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