Recently I hear the phrase “hate hides”, and I keep thinking about past occasions when injustice was met with indifference, apathy and resignation, and I keep thinking the forces of … Continue reading Sleeping on Lone Watie So the Bunker Bitch Can Forget About George Floyd
From Movement to Stillness This hour of effort to create order was a very satisfying experience. That feeling of regularity translating into serenity defied explanation. Yoga Sandwich and gently laid … Continue reading Line Up: Photographs of a stemming/yoga experiment, and obligatory haiku
blossoms will falter, but we are drenched with virus. The frail root beneath
Jewels on grasses, The fog smells like cucumbers, Baby hands grip club.
This is a Dantean sonnet, ABAB ABAB CDCD CD
There was an orange man named Donald, Who crooks and dictators fondled. His friends were locked up. Overflowed the cup, Of justice, if late, full throttle.
A 3-Day Journey to Create a Mostly Trochaic Sonnet: “Ultraridiculously Quatorzian Corndog-Tainted Zanshin Lifestyle Choices” This is a free write that results in the poem which closes this entry. This exercise is … Continue reading A 3-Day Journey to Create a Mostly Trochaic Sonnet: “Ultraridiculously Quatorzian Corndog-Tainted Zanshin Lifestyle Choices”
This poem is about human destiny. Usually, if your destiny looks bad, you might want a destiny check, maybe adjust your outrageous sense of self-importance. Most of us will … Continue reading Haiku – Clean Coal Terraforming Tragedy
The idea To learn robotics, I learned about drones Because a learning tool would help me learn, But with bewildering research I often used phones, Because face to face meetings … Continue reading Poem – My Drone Integration Thesis, My Lunch
This poem is correlative of randomly paired Shakespeare Sonnets 17, 43, with a dash of Kanye
Porque no mundo mengou a verdade, punhei um dia de a ir buscar; e, u por ela fui nom preguntar, disserom todos: «Alhur la buscade, ca de tal guisa se … Continue reading The search for truth
My binary rocks And all the hues are leaving On the 24th. Half of the old tree Is squished down on some boulders. Treetops from ground, reach! Woolen cotten twines, … Continue reading Khipu khipunon