SELF-PORTRAIT IN A PETRI DISH
Maybe it’s true, as they say, That my totem animal is the amoeba
Anecdotal Dog Days
What happens to the dread The omens and premonitions Weighing on your chest As
Revelation Horizon
The gravity of the situation Did not allow any light to escape The deep hole
Inching upward, water
stealth, unbeknownst to herself she felt like a spiral up-whirling from her umbilical cord
Neuralink, the monkeys and the hive mind
only the terminal monkeys in Lab 2 G were known to have tried to
THE MOSS AND THE MIND
The Moss and the Mind how will you find the lost cities of a
The creeping of the Spirit of the Times
And you crept up so ominously quiet Spirit of the Times that we couldn’t even
The nursemaid’s lament for the chimeric monkey
and when the kind-hearted lab technician afflicted by disturbed dreams could no longer stand to
Me and my “Where is the wind blowing?” app
In turbulent, muddy times More than a compass You need an app To tell you
We’d better listen to our better angels
We’d better listen To our better angels As they urge us To quit suspending our
