-For Stacy Pearsall and all the shooters who have seen what can never be unseen
A shutter click in combat is deafening.
Light and shadow—boxed up like muted souls—
Cheap imitations of what once was.
Click-open—Click-close. Click-open—Click-close. Read More
PC is for Proletariat Control
The future brought to you sooner
By the consumer consumer,
The baby-boomer Anti-Prole,
The dropout genius, eating
Newton’s fruit, forbidden—
the bite heard ‘round the world.
Technological Renaissance flag unfurled. Read More
We heard some poems by Bukowski,
And I felt sad for never knowing
How much you loved the old Barfly.
I wished we could have shared more time,
So I went up and remembered the you I knew
From our rocky years of adolescence—
How your kindness was always a cushion,
How your humor always healed. Read More