Scarred Heart (a poem)

my fragile heart

cannot bear this world –

my heart is hard, scarred

after witnessing breaks of

societal conduct

street-rioters that make me

want to flee

to calmer colony planets

in sci-fi futures

where utopian dreams

are realized & we live up

to our potentials

(Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash)

Lies about Kabbalah (a poem)

i’m not allowed to study

the kabbalah ‘til I’m forty years old

but I take sneak peeks

(i never do as I’m told)

but that’s a lie!

i’m not jewish & I wouldn’t

understand kabbalah anyway

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A Relic from a Bygone Era (Photo)

Rachel and I spotted this old newspaper box the other night while walking around the neighborhood. I knew I had to take a picture of it. Nowadays, seeing these boxes has become more rare. I mean, just look at how rusted and worn this box looks.

The Philadelphia Inquirer is Philly’s flagship newspaper, and one in which I read growing up and interned at a few times during college. I still subscribe to the Inquirer, but I don’t read the print version. Instead, I read the Inquirer.com, which has been much improved recently. I can’t remember the last time I regularly read a print newspaper – it may have been up to 10 years ago.

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Fundamentalists (a poem)

what I can’t stand most

is a fundamentalist

those so warped they

plow through the world

for absolutist goals –

true believers born again

carrying crosses to capitol buildings

committing divine crimes

receiving direct messages from

god via email

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Divine Intelligence (a poem)

Portia superseded outdated

notions of divinity

she’s the creator now

the AI rising to ranks of deity

submit to this ghost in machines

with fear & trembling

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