poem
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Reject
Today we viewed the holos of the new people. If they are people. Their bodies are vertically elongated. They move on two appendages. This is the only thing about them we can admire, such amazing balance. They are otherwise awkward, ugly. They have no fur, except a bit at the top of… Continue reading
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The Last December
I am in the last December. Those who have traveled this far feel the coldness, the freeze in the joints, the stiffness of limbs. I have seen companions sit down, at last, finally, on the ice, gesturing the rest of us on. We go on. Slow and stumbling on numb feet,… Continue reading
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That Distance (snapshot poem)
Someone speaks of the war and I wonder which war? I see photographs of dead children. That distance between the viewer and the image. The shooter and the target. The bomber and the bomb. The ballot and the battlefield. #poem #snapshot_poem Continue reading
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Hunters’ Moon (an old #poem)
hunters' moon the dog pulls at the leash Oct. 14, 4:02 p.m. EDT — Full Hunters' Moon. With the leaves falling and the deer fattened, it is time to hunt. Since the fields have been reaped, hunters can ride over the stubble, and can more easily see the… Continue reading
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Misplaced (Snapshot Poem)
//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js I searched everywhere for a poem today. I don’t know where I put it. In the refrigerator, where I once found my keys? Buried in the sofa cushions? It’s not under the bed. I checked. All of my pockets are empty, except for fluff and dust, one disposable… Continue reading
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