“Didn’t think them one of us,
but had the good sense to disable
the guard”, says Stump,
the one handed,
with the eyepatch.
And a limp.
Category: Poems
fictions, speculative dreams, and meditations
Vascular wilt
out by the overly shaded dahlia pit where the beautyberry will go is an infinite series of interconnected teeter-totters six of which are evident made from logs of invasive mimosa that stink of disease the lot of them produced enough shade to kill off a native stand before dying off the land cares for its own but young pop up quick in disturbed areas around the shrine to the native victims of the invasion overlooking both the graveyard and the pile of corpses motherfucker ain’t gonna come out of nowhere and sting your ass boy I like to think staring at the hornet
Tao Derived Kinship Roles in Ad Hoc Systems Development
Happy yellow the blue sky
Thought as it passed over
Dandelions in bloom
And green too it guessed
But only pressured
For one its own
The yellow fades to white
And in the way of things
The sky does too
Dread
Nations in conflict, falling off the net. I don’t have a poem here, but it terrifies me.