brain doing some interesting
slip-slide-glides anymore
not very sure
but may be related to aging
time-travel in my mind
and you are there
whether past, present or future
a quantum entanglement
yeah, i know
not meant to describe love
but it’s more a twinning
positive i’ve known you forever
and now
like einstein’s spooky action
i almost see you
because X marks the spot
oh, look, the shadow’s fading
forming a crystal-clear definition
and the cogwheels of my mind
creak to the music of time
while reaching out
across the light years of space
to see, and touch, your face…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: today’s skytrail over the swamp




Southern Cross–Crux–once again visible in my Florida backyard!  Wanted to write a new poem but my old one says it best:


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Ancient museum piece
Finding its way
From saline, sunken galleon
To pristine, icy backdrop
Of the sky’s exhibit
Southern Cross
Visible in the Northern Hemisphere
And all I can hear
Is Stephen Stills’ voice
Hitting those high notes
Thinking about how many times
I, too, have fallen
No thought of crucifixion
Although a brief vision
Of the tarot’s Hanged Man
Flashes through my exploding mind
On April 8 at one in the morning
Florida, Hawaii and Texas
Are given the gift
From the Southern Hemisphere
Of their circumpolar Crux
Always above the horizon
The Earth poised just right
Stars gracing my life in the night…

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Miniature Worlds Sublime

YouTube video Southern Cross, Crosby, Stills & Nash


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Why write a poem

About a Starman

When Bowie already did it

Like a SciFi author

Predicting the future

But gotta tell you

I believe there is

A sexy energy

In that suit


In his red Tesla

And oh

Aside from the



Meaning of the SpaceX


The Falcon Heavy Take-off

The girl in me

Just wants to be

Sitting by his side

As we ride

Across the vast place

Called space

Heading for the dance

Pulsing from the sun

At long last, romance…

 (c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: STARMAN ( YouTube David Bowie, Starman



Searching neighborhood grids
Spreading state-to-state
Sectors of the country
Braving mountainous runaway truck ramps
Trekking through petroglyphic canyons
Primeval swamps
Gazing at city cell towers
Pulsing out your locale
Never an intimation
Move on
Over continental shelves
Navigating in Babel-ese
But still
No sign
Move on
Standing on a deserted plain
Observatory open to
Moonlit wind
Telescope probing the aethers
The faintest buzz
Through navy blue
And yellow, too
Across the sky table
Looking like spilled sugar
In spiral glory
Then I hear you
In our milky galaxy
The pulse
The sign
You are mine
As you signal
From a triangular prison
And we whisper
Loneliness, be gone…

(c) 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Milky Way, NASA




Week of dress rehearsals

On the cosmic stage

Meteors lighting up

Countless trails blazed


Planets whirling backwards

Magnetic storms arrive

Constellations stretch their legs

Stars come alive


Wandering down aisles of life

Seeking answers for my heart

Searching for the perfect soul

Existence needs a fresh start


Ah, the Moon, overshadowing the Sun

Interfering with the brightness of Earth

Astronomical reasons meaningless

When we question our lonely worth


Eclipses demand tribute

So we question all intentions

Who is real, who is true

Who is a self-invention


Wandering down aisles of life

Searching for my matching soul

Eclipses mean new beginnings

O, celestial bodies, make me whole…


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Full Solar Eclipse 1999 (Wikipedia)




Missing Orion, but he will soon return to the Northern Hemisphere skies…

After meditating in Neolithic darkness
A tranquil universe is born
While camping at the folk festival
Guitars and violins
Chants and poems echo
With a new moon making visible
Stars and planets joining Orion
In his nightly romp up high
Through the speckled night sky
Venus, Mars, Pleiades
(Those seven sisters smiling upon us)

When Orion peels himself off
The black backdrop of the celestial ceiling
And his dog Sirius herds him to my door
I will shake the star-dusted golden glitter
From the halo of hair that I wear free and curly
And as the earthy music soars and sinks
While minor chords weave a robe so warm
I will sharpen the dagger hanging from his waist
And welcome the result of being chased
By the winter Star Man who has come at last…

Navy blue Southern sky so reachable
Here he is, once again, tonight
Stretched out, over my head
My legs apart, as wide as his
Dog at my heels
Lift my arms and double high five him
Balance deserts as I stumble into a terracotta pot of ginger
No dignity in old age
But my hands, for a brief blink of time, touched the stars

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems, Wildsound Video read by performer




Virginids a week early

Or April’s Sigma Leonids?

Lift my eyes

To the skies

And there they explode

Into the darkness

Bits and pieces

Winding their way down

Into my net of stars

Floating atop my

Cauldron of warmth

Capturing the space debris

A gift for me

A wish

Whatever I fancy

Will appear within the year…


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Virginids Meteor Shower, Ad Astra La Palma


PERIHELION (January 4, 2017)


Earth closest to the sun in winter

Tropic of Capricorn

Tossing out snow

Earth farthest from the sun in summer

Tropic of Cancer

Feels like a lava flow

All in the tilt

Tilted away, the sun chases

Demanding Earth not turn her back

Tilted toward, the sun ignores

Spurning her approaching track

Interesting how you,

Like the sun,

Reject me when I’m sirening

Yet desire me

On those days

I choose to be apart

And hide my heart


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image:NASA, Information: Bruce McClure, EarthSky



Hints tossed into the air

Where they land, you don’t care

You challenge me

Flinging your metal gauntlet

Floating, no gravity

Where is the anchor

Of sincerity

Meaningless sarcasm

Empty invitation

Ego an exploding

Bubble of noxious gas

If I accept

You can claim

My misunderstanding

Of your words

Silent in the void

Of space

Where all promises die

In an airless universe

Folding upon itself

Stop issuing meaningless demands

A source of intellectual enjoyment to you

But just another lie echoing

Garbled in space

Strangling my heart…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: cold space/



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New wordplay

On a Mercury Retrograde day

Freddie Mercury

Now the eponymous owner

Of an asteroid

Named by his lead guitarist

Turned Astrophysicist

Brian May


Who among us crazy music lovers

Didn’t at one time

Howl out:  Scaramouch, Scaramouch

Can you do the fandango

While driving caffeinated

Through dark dawns

Music momentarily transforming us

Into Superman

Before arriving at work to

Become meek and mild Clark Kent


What good news

At a time when Mercury whirls backwards

Tripping up communications and travel

I’m sure I saw the asteroid last night

Peering into a sky of delight

It is our turn to rock you, Freddie

We will…we will…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

YouTube video Queen (Bohemian Rhapsody)