Poems,
Prose &
Ideas.

Last week, an early reader sent me feedback that stopped me cold. They'd meticulously analyzed my manuscript, pointing out where my predictions about AI...

There's a shift happening. Can you feel it? Every morning, I wake up to a world that moves a little faster than the day...

They dream no more! Of change, of greatness They heed no more! Wails and cries They feel no more! The shifting tide They hear...

The un-spoken words, the language of love, flying fancies, dreams of a new life, childish desires that might just survive a river of hate...

There was a time when water was like nectar and the sky was the bluest blue. The storms in the desert looked as if...