Inside the ship, missing re-entry.

The feeling, he realised, watching the pale blue dot grow smaller by barely noticeable, increasingly fatal increments, was like straining to see family wave goodbye in his wingmirror before turning a corner. Yes. Drifting away from Earth felt very much like that. An almost ordinary feeling and not as terrifying as he imagined.

Poems for sex and death… and the drunk man I once saw

My first four poems for this blog, around the very human themes of sex and death - with a slice of comedy. We should laugh more at the serious things in life, and in my experience, people can get awfully serious about these polar opposites. Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts in the comments!