Great America,For a slave or a sharecropper,Is an arenaWhere one sees aCouple of parties drop her.
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.
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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