senses diminish

constant bombardment

malignant normality

senses diminish

 

~csr

abundant with hope

an end...

  a beginning

    lacking optimism.

a beginning...

  an end

    abundant with hope.

~csr

somehow (for Sharon)

somehow...

i knew and my heart sank

i did not permit hope,  

so i would be prepared,

equipped to prop her up when the words

would sweep her legs out  from under her.

and still somehow...

i was not equipped.

somehow...

we looked into their eyes, we smiled, we  held it back.

we hid it for now

and somehow...

they seemed not to know.

somehow...

we gathered them and our ourselves,

onto the floor and we spoke the news

unthinkable words impossible to speak.

somehow...

we spoke just the same.

somehow...

he opened up, he poured out, melted in her arms

and it flowed on and on

as we sat still and silent

and listened to it all.

and somehow...

somehow...

he said it all.

somehow...

i see her in their eyes.

i hear her in their voices, in their laughter, in their stories.

somehow...

she is there.

somehow...

~csr

Barb Vanaman

Sharon Parsons-Bortleʼs life came to a tragic end just as she was starting a new

life for herself and her children. Sharon always strived to have a positive

outlook on life and provide the best surrounding for her family. Regarless of the

life that surrounded her, Sharon always strived to do good in the community,

her job and especially with the ones she loved.

Born and raised in VIneland, Sharon used her degree in elementary education

to nurture and care for the children in the Vineland school system all of her

professional career. She touched many childrenʼs lives and made a difference in

more families that we will ever know.

Sharon’s Story

in orbit

we all have emptiness

and it wants...

mostly what we don't have...

destroying what we do.

even so

if we can perhaps

place it in the center...

if we can learn

to balance it in the middle...

     like an axis...

it's gravity can hold

   the rest of our being

   around it

        in orbit


~csr

A supermassive black hole is the largest type of black hole in a galaxy, on the order of hundreds of thousands to billions of solar masses. Most, and possibly all galaxies, including the Milky Way,^[2] are believed to contain supermassive black holes at their centers.^[3][4]
Supermassive black holes have properties which distinguish them from lower-mass classifications:

• The average density of a supermassive black hole (defined as the mass of the black hole divided by the volume within its Schwarzschild radius) can be as low as the density of water for very large mass black holes. This is because the Schwarzschild radius is directly proportional to mass, while density is inversely proportional to the volume. Since the volume of a spherical object (such as the event horizon of a non-rotating black hole) is directly proportional to the cube of the radius, and mass merely increases linearly, the volume increases by a much greater factor than the mass as a black hole grows. Thus, average density decreases for increasingly larger radii of black holes (due to volume increasing much faster than mass).
• The tidal forces in the vicinity of the event horizon are significantly weaker. Since the central singularity is so far away from the horizon, a hypothetical astronaut traveling towards the black hole center would not experience significant tidal force until very deep into the black hole.

audacity

who among us

   possessing hopefulness,

can ever be free of

   audacity?

~csr

the water-cooler

the watering-hole
knew not danger the likes of
the water-cooler

~csr

to your door

a cogent cerulean sky

the arraign of wind
   a smell of pine and cedar
      harangues my face
         and pulls on my heart
traversing past
   the sleepy water
    on the road to open meadows
      of emerald and gold
outlying silos
   set stoic
     amid crimson barns
and
in steady harmonization 
   of constant flow
     through the countryside
there is magnificence
   to be embraced
      in whichever open bearing
even so
stock-still
  my compass points
    to the overgrown
      and thorned path

         to your door

~csr