David Bowie

David Bowie poster by Rex Ray

The heavens have opened up their indigo arms and wrapped him in a velvet robed embrace. Even so he burns holes, stars, cigarette burn scars into the fabric of the heavens. He’s just that bright. And these lights streak and fall like shooting stars, like tears made up of diamond dust swirling in a celestial waterfall born, in all its brilliance, from our collective heart. Our eyes flood heaven with a river that he rides and he, our golden barque. The light that he is and that we have made him shimmers, puts on such a show, moving from galaxy to galaxy because even heaven is too small a town for someone who glam-shines so. — The Man Who Fell to Earth Falls Up, 1/10/2016, Annette Marie Smith