Radio Paranoia (a poem)

Unplugged radios play broadcasts
of rage, wrath; singular messages
intended for my ears only

signals from space
reaching this place
where I listen carefully
stammer incessantly
and know, just know
they’re coming for me

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Conspiracy Theory (a prose poem)

It’s easy to believe in a conspiracy theory. It provides a simple solution to a complex question; makes you feel like you possess secret understanding.

But life is made of shades of gray – nothing in this shady world is ever entirely black or white. Traveling through uncertain terrain takes courage + an unwavering belief there’s truth to be found –

and it’s not always hidden behind layers of dishonesty.

(Photo by Elijah O’Donnell on Unsplash)