Loving to Pieces, Autopoiesis

Flash poetry (created and shared online in <10 minutes) inspired by an amazingly prolific and resilient researcher friend. I turned a research abstract into a poem on the fly for him. That’s me apparently: nerdy poems on the fly, no waiting. Isn’t life...

Our Fevered State

1. Pain and Shock I lay in bed this week fevered and in pain energy drained throat on fire tired and sick while screens around me surface a young white face with stone dead eye sockets murderer, 9 times over lily white terrorist with a Dorothy Hamill haircut imagined...

On Marrying a Poet

Chris Toll said The job of poets is not to explain the Mystery. The job of poets is to make the Mystery greater. Terrific, said Daniel, but my question was: where do you want to eat dinner tonight?