Mystery of meat

A poem about my brain. My wife often says she can hear me thinking, so I got to wondering what my brain sounds like. Is it a mystery of meat or a steampunk marv...

Fake poetry

Fake poetry Let me tell you about poetry. You can’t believe anything these days. Even this poem is fake. I found it on the internet. You don’t know if that’s tr...

Cumulonimbus

Look how firmly it sits on whatever glass table spans the horizon. A continent of billowing sunlight, shifting walls of explosion