Science
Of all the things science has given us, Certainty isn’t one. Despite its rationality, All it is is a guess at what life really is, A question, a surmise, a… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
The Sting (in many ways)
Tomorrow will hurt, in so Many ways, and for so long. Those It will sting most will have no Options for evading the black boot Of this evil conclave of… Continue Reading
Sunless
For want of the sun, Her lips are salt, dry and Split, her skin the same, As nature protests at the Excesses of men. Although She has buried many of… Continue Reading
Experiment
‘Let’s try something new,’ she said To his already drooling and listless Body on the slab of her altar, one Of his arms stiff on the stone flags, Disconnected from… Continue Reading
Transition
And so, on the backs of those Too uneducated and poor to vote Against him, on the shoulders of Those too selfish to vote for the Common good, he sashays… Continue Reading
Our Timeline
Even if multiverses exist, and Time splits off every microsecond Of every decision, there is no point Replaying our history with the Regret of wanting it to be different In… Continue Reading
Two new poems
Two poems jumped out at me at the #foray prompt, one more current than the other. Draw your own conclusions. Snow Day The snow has come and changed Her plans…. Continue Reading
Vultures
We cannot see the horizon today. The fog lies heavy this side of the Boundary, and joy is beyond The reach of our eyes. We can find Nothing to allay… Continue Reading
The Science Of Strength
It’s fact that alloys are stronger Than pure metal, a mixture of Two or more elements harder Than one single material. The world is still full of those Who want… Continue Reading
The Monthly Cycle
Once a month, she tries to steal The moon, climbs to the top of The tallest tree in her forest, as Naked as she was born, and Makes a grab… Continue Reading