The feeling is emboldening, Perhaps. It is as if . . . I have been a Pawn My whole life. Crossing straight through a board Not a care in the mind, Marching along to the orders, A system designed To force my expiry, And all of those like me. By our own hands, No … Continue reading To 1-B (a poem about power)
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Ha Ha Horse Fly Forest (a poem about casual racism)
They all laughed.
The Universe Has a Sense of Humor (a musing/poem)
Exhaling towers of yellow haze like Smaug the Terrible, in my lonely solitude, I rocked to and fro on a shadowy slab of concrete, and let the sounds of the world wash over me.
Black Sun
The bright sun struck three The black sun struck twelve From there It was only screams From there It was only hell ~ They fled in droves They begged for mercy They all were massacred Bargained for time Betrayed their own A mad and twisted herd ~ Spoke not in words but tongues And nobody … Continue reading Black Sun
The Island (a short story, 2017)
The Island (a short story) “Excuse me, Ma’am?” Behind the large desk at the other end of the room, leafing through an intimidatingly large pile of reports and other assorted sheets on a holodeck, was a stiff-looking woman in her early forties. She wore a rather extravagant Armani pant-suit, with her long brownish-gold hair tied … Continue reading The Island (a short story, 2017)
