The Edge of the World — A Lagniappe
Well, yes, I’ve been away the last few days, though not quite so far as the edge of the world. In fact right now I’m in Fairfax Virginia in the shadow of STS Discovery, the space shuttle at the Smithsonian annex in nearby Chantilly, which several nieces and I had visited the past two years (cf. May 28 2013, May 8 2012). And who can forget Arabella the Astronaut Spider?
This time, instead, we went to the movies for GODZILLA 3D but — and I know some critics have bad-mouthed it — my favorite GODZILLA is still the one a few years back with the French commando team, a.k.a. “insurance investigators,” following the big lug to New York City. However I shall be home on Tuesday, and back again, back again to the workaday world, so, as it happens, if not visiting The Edge of The World myself (and being at the edge of Washington DC doesn’t really count) I did write a poem once called “The Edge of the World.”
So for a completely off-the-wall lagniappe/souvenir of my trip, enjoy one-time Balticon Poetry Contest winner “The Edge of the World” via ABOUT SF, originally published in the BALTICON 40 PROGRAM BOOK (2006), by pressing here.