Tag Archives: science poetry

Because the world’s a stage

I don’t know

what you’ve been told,

about what happened

long, long ago;

but it’s happening still

and forever will.

So even as

you sit around

bored or absorbed

by retold stories

of the horde you were born to,

learning the sayings and prayers

making your exit and entrance

being just merely a player,

you should come to learn,

through peace

and through violence

there’s a greater tale told

of black hole horizons,

and dreams from hadrons

collapsing in silence …

… particles blinking

in and out of existence

ignoring the gravitational resistance

…………..that allows you and me

to walk around on this earth

and for whatever it’s worth

whether you accept it or not

this story has got

……………………….no point.

For in a curious twist

the multiiverse missed,

what no good writer ignores.

Who is this story for?

the matter

 worse than learning

what it is

is realizing it’s the stuff

that’s getting in the way

of actually being

in the world


and worst of all

is knowing

that it’s mostly

empty space

repelling through

its charges

our merging

into everything.


 Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2012. All rights reserved.

The flint breaks away

a poem for the cavemen


Sticks and branches were not enough,

     the big cats and other beasts 

had learned the bluff;

other groups had big sticks, too.

And in their natural state,

     rocks just would not do.

Then like magic,

           the flint breaks away

     and with it some of the darkness

          and the fear.

There was an edge now to our being,

     like new found claws or tiger jaws,

     weapons we learned to hold dear.

From then on rock pounded rock, 

     with a purpose and a plan.

Art was born and moved us along;

     thoughts turned inward now

the birth of man.

The search for god, meaning and a plan.

From the flint was born,

     the bulls at Lascaux, a father for fire,

dreams of angels, fat  man and little boy.

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved

The branch that bore the second fruit

And the LORD God said, Behold, the man 
is become as one of us, to know good and evil: 
and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take 
also of the tree of life, and eat, and live for ever:

 Genesis 3:22


 All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree.

Albert Einstein


   Once stupidity

         has been rounded to

             a trillionth digit,

                  as we get closer

               to knowing

            god’s thoughts,

             peering deeper into

              this very persistent illusion

             with our frail and feeble minds;

        when the slight details that seemed

     like rolling dice to Einstein

   don’t have a place left to hide,

there will be born

   from science and curiosity,

      out of true love

          for waking to the world,

              baptized as the gift of fantasy

                  a mathematical

                      equation that means

                        in every language,

                         “A table, a chair,

                           a bowl of fruit

                         and a violin“.


Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.

Sympathy for Pluto

Thank you to the editors of JMWW for publishing my poem, “Sympathy for Pluto” in the winter issue of their journal. Please visit their wonderful site to read my poem and to check out the creative works of others. Here’s what you’ll find in the winter issue:

High Five

Five Books I Judged by Their Covers by Leni Zumas


  • Something Appropriate by Timothy Quinlan
  • Johnny Will by Mary Hamilton
  • Darren in the Van by Steve Silkin
  • Karina Street by Louis Gallo
  • Solicitous by Allison McCarthy
  • The Experimentalist: Extracts from the Journal of Lucien Steinmann by Christamar Varicella

Flash Fiction

  • Eulogy by Thomas Kearnes


  • near (white) by Mark DeCarteret
  • Sympathy for Pluto by Henry Toromoreno
  • Gumbo Limbo by Sankar Roy
  • Face Without Features by Jay Snodgrass
  • 13 Ways of Water by CM Scott Owens


  • The Photography of Michael Cantor


  • Where Do Poems Come From? The Dreamworld of Philip Levine by Gary Lehmann

Book and Chapbook Reviews

  • The White Road by Tania Hershman
    (Reviewed by Jen Michalski)
  • New Lines From the Old Line State: An Anthology of the Maryland Writers Association
    (Reader review)
  • To Lose & To Pretend by Chris O. Cook
    (Reviewed by Adam Robinson)


Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.

Conversation with the star

“I get the wonder”

     I say aloud

but it’s too far

     and I’m too small

Still something in me

     keeps speaking like it matters


“I see you flickering

     I detect the wavelengths

you sent out that now address

     the rods and cones

in the back of my eyes –

     but you’re messing with my head,

baby”, I plead

     as my star is lost

behind a passing cloud


“for all I know”

     I yell

“you’re already gone”.


Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.


the science of supersition

On the same day

     that the Large Hadron Collider

     was turned on to peel away

     the secrets of the universe

          by smashing circling atoms

          at near absolute zero

          at nearly the speed of light

     into each other

I had to listen to someone

     tell me how Nostradamus

     had predicted that this

     day would come.

I explained that the Mayans knew it first.

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2008. All rights reserved.