2100: In this future, humanity has uploaded our consciousnesses to cyberspace and thereby done away with physicality. Somewhere in myriad rooms, bodies sit, ingest nutrients, and decay, but all of this is rendered negligible by the mechanized wonder that completes our imaginations. In a sense, we have willfully submitted to the reality of the film… Continue reading Four 2100s
Category: poetry
Pillow talk
The things learned beside the pillow of a lover, Secrets told and then made obsolete when relationship ends. * Facts about a dangerous past, An abusive one, About mistakes made, Fantasies rendered. * What to do with such truths when the connection is irrelevant? What becomes them? * Do they live on, Like ghosts that… Continue reading Pillow talk
The strand
There is a strand of light That I have been following my whole life. I know it as a sensation: A pull forward from my heart, My gut, Perhaps from somewhere deeper. * When in touch with the strand, I feel a sense of flow, An intuitive “yes” to what is being offered me by… Continue reading The strand
Valentine’s day poem
Happy valentine's day To the parts of myself I hide. These are the parts of myself That easily get angry, reactive, or afraid, The parts of myself that cower and cry without reason. * I am worried that when people see these parts of me, They won't want to know me, And so I do… Continue reading Valentine’s day poem
In every ideology, something true
I am not a capitalist, but there is a truth that life has become better since agriculture and that competition produces greatness. I am not a marxist, but there is a truth that profit is made through exploitation. I am not an anti-vaxxer, but there is a truth that pharmaceutical companies abuse their power and… Continue reading In every ideology, something true
