Moon Landing

#MoonLanding #Apollo #1969 #moon

1969

I hear their voices

all of them

calling from across years

like so many shooting stars

slipping in on 8millimeter film

the edges brown

burnt from flying too close

to the bulb

to the sun

with Icarus in a galaxy of milk

I hear them

in the whisper of brushing leaves

sand sifting in the dunes

rolling in the wake of a sleeping bear

giggle of the girl I used to be

toes in the surf

in the great saltless sea

I pick up a piece of smooth shale

see it skip

like the man on the moon

the black and white picture

lined with static

despite rabbit ears and foil

and all of us holding hands

skipping over generations

the gap forgotten

the hippies and Marine brush-cut men

and boys and women in kerchiefs

and me

a tow-headed little girl in thrall

to a TV with bad reception

skipping over images

like a needle across vinyl

the record warped

from a flood of great saltless tears

when heaven wept

and I slept

dreaming dreams of Martian sand

-Debra Kraft

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Moon Landing

#MoonLanding #Apollo #1969 #moon

1969

I hear their voices

all of them

calling from across years

like so many shooting stars

slipping in on 8millimeter film

the edges brown

burnt from flying too close

to the bulb

to the sun

with Icarus in a galaxy of milk

I hear them

in the whisper of brushing leaves

sand sifting in the dunes

rolling in the wake of a sleeping bear

giggle of the girl I used to be

toes in the surf

in the great saltless sea

I pick up a piece of smooth shale

see it skip

like the man on the moon

the black and white picture

lined with static

despite rabbit ears and foil

and all of us holding hands

skipping over generations

the gap forgotten

the hippies and Marine brush-cut men

and boys and women in kerchiefs

and me

a tow-headed little girl in thrall

to a TV with bad reception

skipping over images

like a needle across vinyl

the record warped

from a flood of great saltless tears

when heaven wept

and I slept

dreaming dreams of Martian sand

-Debra Kraft

Frontier Tales

My western genre short story, “Unmasked,” will be appearing in the May edition of Frontier Tales. I hope you’ll check it out, along with May’s other offerings.

And please vote for your favorite, even if it’s for a different story by another author. Western literature is a dying breed, but Frontier Tales aims to keep it alive. I hope you’ll consider helping out by reading and voting.

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Short Story sets the Stage for More

My new short story, “Unmasked,” introduces two characters who each have stories to tell. I anticipate these two to inspire a novel, or at least a collection of additional short stories in the not-too-distant future. Stay tuned for more about the U.S. Marshal with a tragic past and the grieving sheriff’s boy he’s escorting to prison.

Unmasked is available now via Smashwords, and coming soon to other ebook retailers, as a free download.

Free Short Story: Umasked

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Unmasked is available today via Smashwords, and coming soon to other ebook retailers, as a free download.

William Charles Milton Wilcox II left a life of privilege to round up outlaws on dusty trails. As he tells his latest charge, “Everyone changes who he is at one time or another.” But true change requires something more than truncating his name and pinning on a marshal’s badge. One night the ghosts of his past catch up with him when he shares his campfire with an outlaw unlike any other he’s been duty bound to escort to prison. Now U.S. Marshal Milt Wilcox must confront the man he is, and discover the man he wants to become.