Poetry


LISE MEITNER VISUALIZES FISSION, 1939 by David Moolten

                                             For Odette   Call it hallucinatory truth, it came like Goethe shouting himself kaput in his armchair, glaring as Oslo’s winter fields making her squint. She’d gone for a walk. She’d opened a letter. Good old Otto, his calculations missed the point. They’d shared crusty flasks, stubborn […]