What is the machine? Is it simply cogs and electrical inner workings, growing in complexity and distrust? Is it infinite tiny loops? Is it k
Toad and the Terrier
“Come with me!” said Toad to the dog, “It’s time we see the world!” “Bark!” Said the dog, “I’d love to, dear frog! “What’s there to see? Oh do, tell me please!” “The world,” said Toad, with a big friendly smile, “is a very grand place, so big and astounding!” “How big?” Asked the terrier, “more than a mile?”
Breach
A sympathy wished,
an empathy missed.
We once sensed apathy,
but that distance drifts.
The “Joy” of ChristmasÂ
The joy of Christmas Comes our way, With awkward talks And parents’ dismay, With grandparents asking “Why not visit more?” To which you reply, “this year for sure”. The same twenty questions About school, work and love, “What’s your plans for the future?” None of the above. But finally, turkey, And all the wholesome…
Biking in a “Winter” Netherlands
(To be sung in your head like the classic Christmas song, “Winter Wonderland”) Bike bells ring, are you listening? In the rain, cheese wheels are glistening, a mooi prachtig night, tall ones out tonight, walking in a kerstmis Netherlands. Blown away, by the strong winds, Here to stay, in these flat lands.
Cat on the Tree
Cat on the tree, what are you doing? That tree’s not for you, what’s that you’re chewing?! The lights are all hung, the house all aglow, but where is the cat? Oh no, ohhhh noooo. The ornaments swing, on the branches all nice, and icicle lights, shimmer like ice. But where is that cat, now where has he gone?
The Cat, the Teacup, and the Boy
A short, false-rhyme poem about a cat, a teacup, and a boy.
It Gnaws
It gnaws at you
with hungry maw – but subtly,
inconsistently,
the monster of darkness, gray and gloom:
a loneliness drawing from light
and
Little Prince
“Little prince!” Mother’s sing-song voice called, echoing up the stars.
“I’m coming!” I cried, anxiousness charging my steps as I bounded do
The Shapes of our Language
We can maintain a firm grip on all those things that shaped us. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing–all the time. But it can be. We also have