091120b

 

things are lost

when the hard drive fails

what poems are not here?

 

042720b

tire screech and bang
you fools should be at home
in plague time

032519c

The surf crawled away
from sky-shattered ruins,
small things moved within,
glittering rainbows of flesh.

The gulls found them good.

101918

cold
sun
melting
nitrogen
lakes from the top down
never reaching the derelict

052018c

I have a poem in the latest Cyaegha, 3 in the latest Star*line, & 1 in the Rhysling anthology. Dreams & Nightmares 109 is out.


if I can get an industrial revolution going on this world
if they have enough rare earths
a few centuries hence
or so
I'll be home
step 1: learn their lingo
disguise my appearance
find food I can digest
extend my lifespan
get those kids
out of my ship