Production quick, Consumption quick, No pens that write. Only mouse-clicks Upon the faces To boundless places Where mind gets sick … More
Smoke, hint of cocoa, Port wine, Engulfed the beetle. Persistent little beetle Battling the drunkenness, Battering the lantern. Blow after … More
Wired. We. Our words // Were one web. Yet, still alone. // Me. Writing, writing. initial post
Hypertext markup // I read. Me. Connected screen, // Connected you. We.
Wisps of white and grey strands of hair that strangled each other for air, protruded from the old man’s … More
It’s so easy to slip Beneath and not know Millions of minds clamor above. It’s so easy to slip, … More
The screen, Glass flat, blank, empty space, Wires woven, beyond its face. Connecting within they transmit The color and the … More