Writer of software and words.
because I give and gave and give and
continue to give blindly like a machine
producing loaves of bread or silicon chips
or steel a conveyor belt leads from my brain
We’ve all been there. Even you.
“I am garbage.”
Caught up in my whirlwind,
Not like a feather in the breeze,falling gently,carefree,lands where it may
Surrounded by enemies and iron bars, his life should have been a living hell.
Turns out, a man can get used to just about anything.
The guards, the other inmates, the walls, even the food… it was all in the background static, white noise to the only sound that…
Abraham looks up at the sky. The second moon is setting and the nose of the dwarf star peeks above the horizon. Already, a magenta tide of new…