Tom Guldin
Now Just Junk
We scan the debris field shifting through the dust like archaeologists. Abandoned satellites drift past, pitted by meteors and time. A long-forgotten nation’s flag, painted round the hull of some derelict shuttle. Each fragment we gather is a piece history—a forgotten love letter, a child’s drawing, a frozen compass pointing to nowhere. Once, these objects were hopes, soaring into the unknown. Now, they are the wreckage of dreams that never found their way home.
drifting relics—
weight of all we leave
still hovers
between the stars and dust
stories floating in the void
About the Author
Tom Guldin is a genre writer and poet living in the West Texas panhandle. His work has been published or is forthcoming in the journals Palabras, parABnormal, and Scifaikuest, as well as several anthologies, including Whispers from Beyond, Texas Bards, and Ghosts, Echoes & Shadows. He recently published his first solo book: A Collection of Ghost Poetry.