Been waiting for this one for a while. I LOVE this journal. Always a great mix of writing styles. Anyhow, my poem “Reliving” is featured in it. This was one of my funnest (yes, funnest) poems to write.
In another life, I was the mechanic for the Millennium Falcon. Fix-it man specializing in lube jobs and light speed. Intergalactic grease monkey and silent co-pilot to Han and Chewie. My hands were a mixture of socket wrench and surrogate parent. I tightened her bolts and tended to her well-being. Checked under the hood to hear her arias that shook worlds. Kicked in her wings to make sure she could fly into the reality of tomorrow. She was a whooshing spotlight nursed on the teats of galaxies. I was a beaming man born in the shadows. At night I took her for test drives around the moons of Corellia. Sped through space seizing control of the wheel I made sure never veered too far to the dark side of the universe, where I was visible only to the minor stars. An anonymous beacon of blur and contentment. In another life, I was mechanic for the Millennium Falcon. In my life before that, I was the Millennium Falcon.