(I believe this is some sort of bastardized ghazal, at least in that every stanza ends with the same word.) Dreams… Read more Contingency Plan (Ghazal?)
(A poem using only the left side of the keyboard! Plus punctuation.) Ever at sea, we sweat, swear. Savage, as… Read more A Terse Seafarer’s Verse
Rickety rigs of mechanical gibs, turning guinea pigs out with astounding proficiency, erkity, erkity, erkity, erkity, cramming us in to… Read more Dactylic Robots
The hum and drum of the robot workers hums and drums. It numbs and comes and never goes and never… Read more Robot Revolution
I booted up this morning at 6:42 a.m., whereupon I realized one important matter, of which I’d so far overlooked… Read more Hello, World!