Science 101 by N.T. Chambers

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Science 101

Like the universe
I’m expanding –
sadly, not nearly
the way I had hoped.
Our physics teacher
erroneously told us
objects lose mass
as they approach       
the speed of light
and yet
as I race
towards my own
beacon at the end
of the tunnel,
it seems gravity
has bulked me up
considerably,
fed early and late
by all the crow eaten,
the anger choked down
and disappointments
swallowed
in order to keep
my seat at the table –
periodically hoping
for some catalyst
to bring about
an elemental shift
before the arrival
of eternity.

N.T. Chambers has led an interesting life before becoming a writer. Among many jobs held were: cab driver, bus driver, sales drone, pizza deliverer, wine merchant, improv actor, editor, educator, professional counselor, and, of course, every writer’s “go to” job – bartender. The author’s works have been published in the following magazines and journals: Grassroots, In Parentheses, You Might Need to Hear This, The Elevation Room, Wingless Dreamer, Months to Years, New Note Poetry, Bright Flash Literary Review, Quibble, Indolent Books, Banyan Review, Inlandia, The Orchards Poetry Journal, The Decadent Review, Emerald Coast Writers, Share Literary Journal, Bluebird Word, Red Coyote, Bookends Review, Flint Hills Review Anthology, Gabby & Min Publications, Blaze Vox 23, SBLAAM, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Cool Beans, Black Coffee Review, Salmon Creek Journal, The Journal of Expressive Writing, WILD Sound Writing Festival and Mantis.

Featured image in this post is “Physics Class” Featured image in this post is by Diana Elagina, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons

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