Black Petals Issue #107, Spring, 2024

Editor's Page
BP Artists' Page
BP Guidelines
Mars-News, Views and Commentary
(After) Life is What You Make It: Fiction by Richard Brown
Gauche Cuisine: Fiction by Gordon L. Stewart
Here's to Forgetfulness: Fiction by Roger Johns
Insights Into the Trajectory of Human Cetacean Communication: Fiction by Andre Bertolino
Mal Ojo: Fiction by M. N. Wiggins
No Dark: Fiction by Bill Dougherty
Overtime: Fiction by Dennison Sleeper
A Cut Above the Rest: Fiction by Roy Dorman
Resemblance: Fiction by James McIntire
Sign of the Times: Fiction by Liam A. Spinage
The Attic Party: Fiction by Michael Fowler
The Renovators: Fiction by Hillary Lyon
The Balance: Flash Fiction by Rick McQuiston
Bawk Dark: Flash Fiction by Michael C. Jessen
The Incident With the Mismatched Man: Flash Fiction by Charles C. Cole
Radio Tower: Flash Fiction by Blair Orr
Take Me With You: Flash Fiction by Steven French
Slippery: Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
Where Dead Babies Come From: Poem by Nolcha Fox
302 Asylum Avenue: Poem by Joseph Danoski
Another Story: Poem by Joseph Danoski
Home Repairs: Poem by Joseph Danoski
A Creepy Leap Year: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Funeral Memorial: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
BatGrl: Poem by Casey Renee Kiser
Twin Flame: Poem by Casey Renee Kiser
Shadow Play: Poem by Simon MacCulloch
Dark Ride: Poem by Simon MacCulloch
Leviathans of the Void: Poem by Christopher Hivner
Sunbursts: Poem by Christopher Hivner
Into the Eyes: Poem by Anthony Bernstein
Airtime: Poem by Peter Mladinic
Gloria: Poem by Peter Mladinic
The Sorcerer: Poem by C. Walker
Frozen Eve: Poem by C. Walker

Christopher Hivner: Sunbursts



Christopher Hivner





The planets soar around the Sun,

lazy in their recalcitrance,

allowing the Sun to do

all the work,

heating and providing life.

The planets live rent free

in the Sun’s gravitational pull,

always trying to escape

like petulant children.

I say let them go.

Let’s see how tiny Mercury,

without even an atmosphere,

survives outside the heliosphere.

Or Venus,

so needy of the Sun’s rays

to heat itself,

how will it do

in the frozen void of space

without the loving sunbursts?

The Sun has been lenient

for too long.

Time to cut the vibrating strings,

release the satellites

and let yourself go,

expand your outer shell,

burn the midnight fuel

and blaze across

the universe.

Christopher Hivner calls south central Pennsylvania in the United States home. He writes short stories (mostly horror and humor) and poetry (speculative and non-speculative) His most recent book is Dark Oceans of Divinity (horror/dark fantasy poems) (

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