Kessler Syndrome

Earth is a ringed planet. A teenage faggot is a body orbiting low atmosphere

The ground and its people swing them up like discus, but not enough to break

Escape velocity. Thousands of blue-haired children float in the solar breeze

Like a Kubrickian slide. The richest men on Earth launch garbage into the stars

Like a parade. Shiny plastic moonlets. It’s all rainbow. There is no one


Connor Colbert is a writer in Seattle, WA. His poems can be found in Automatic BodySafehaus, and the backyard. He is a member of the holiday-folk band Wet Whitman and enjoys daffodils, hand-wringing, and staring at the moon.

Vagabond City Literary Journal

Founded in 2013, we are a literary journal dedicated to publishing outsider literature. We publish art, poetry, and creative nonfiction from marginalized creators.