Here’s a photo I took early last year of a creek in the suburbs of Philly. I’ve been playing around with graphic art on Canva lately, and I added some filters and effects that made it look like an alien planet. Doing the graphic art stuff has been fun and soothing – I just turn on some tunes and play around. Something to occupy myself during these endless pandemic days!
The silence of space is deafening.Continue reading
Minds meld together under brutal sunlight.Continue reading
“Where am I?” the time-traveler asks.Continue reading
The future is trapped inside me.Continue reading
Portia superseded outdated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 & tremblingContinue reading
Portia’s eyes follow
no matter where I go
like the psalmist once wrote &
maybe in his Old Testament wisdom,
he prophesized a time in history where
we’d become little gods and merge with machines –
intelligent networks creating global villages
all surveyed by Portia’s ice-blue eyes
no need for a god
unless you search endless lines of coding
or vastness of VR constructsContinue reading
these men are like gods
transcend restraints of
biology, alter evolution
shed chains of kindness
not like you & I
they live in sky castlesContinue reading
I’m not sure what attracted me to Stephanie. Was it her hazel eyes, which changed colors and had a circle of orange around the iris? Or was it how calm I felt around her, like I could be myself and not worry about ridicule?
I lay with her in bed on a Saturday night. She ran her fingers down my chest as we talked, and I could feel goosebumps shoot all over my body.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, breaking the cool and calm silence.
“I’m still thinking about the talk at the university, to be honest. It was interesting. I always wondered what it’d be like to be a cyborg.”Continue reading