Slithering Digital Love (a poem)

Shapeshifting into the future
Slimed and slithering digital love
What hath these times wrought?
Implants in my brain that glitch and smolder
Naked bodies that twitch – behold her!
Goddess of the internet dystopia
All pixelated JPEG beauty
Live in the here, now, future, distant past
Everything – maddeningly – all at once
And not a trace of quietness
For your nighttime rituals

We are the Machines (a poem)

Ensconced inside the machines
I am no longer human now
But part of the digital whole
Hallelujah, my brothers and sisters!

Say a prayer for the internet
And let go of all your worries
And those mistakes you regret
We all have the same disease

The disease is the digital utopia
And I must say, it feels grand
To lay inside the machines
Where my consciousness expands

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Yearning to be Like the Gods (flash fiction)

Here’s a piece of sci-fi flash fiction about the hubris of humanity and the pursuit of super-powers. It’s about 625 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 and a half minutes. Let me know what you think!

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The Internet (a poem)

The internet is a dangerous place

you can’t see my face

just a still photo

from long ago –

we fall down rabbit holes

into spacious cyberness

it must affect us

but we’re not sure how

we always want more

time in front of these screens –

we screamed when the internet

was unleashed into this world

did we really know

it would be like this?

(Photo by Dhaval Parmar on Unsplash)

Seductive Voices (a poem)

I heard those seductive voices in darkness

not the ones you think

they weren’t from lipsticked-maidens

call girls nestled in hotel sheets

the voices were calls of

violence, conspiracy

they called not from red-light districts

but corners of the online world

they promised secrets of

the way the world worked –

I said no thank you, sir

your secrets are safe with me

but I won’t agree

to be part & parcel

to your devious proposals.

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The Hate Machine (a poem)

Step into the Hate Machine and scroll down

and see the venom – It’s the information apocalypse:

Keep scrolling ‘till you feel dread and inject a diatribe into

the living, breathing Hate Machine – the collective angst

that rolls, rolls, rolls like an unstoppable force –

our mouths foamed, teeth bared, claws sharpened,

ready for a feeding.

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