Poem: Rapid

One finger on the pulse,

Another on the nerve,

No body parts here,


But the pulse of the world served,

Multi-tasking across brainwaves,

Clicking motions paired with saves, Continue reading


How “Awkward” Is The Enemy

How awkward. How embarrassing. How mortifying. How much we must save face, deny feelings, and little white lie.

I do it too. We all do. And I can’t for the life of me understand why it came to be this way. I will not go into the conspiracies of the internet nuts and claim the conformity agenda of some all-consuming other–I’m not one of those people.

It’s not happening because of any of that. Continue reading