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A Collective Invitation
“We are the Borg. We will add your technological and cultural distinctiveness to our own. Resistance is futile” Star Trek: First Contact You have heard our call before. Some of your best became our own. Picard. Janeaway. Data. Many times you contested our invitation. System J-25, in your uncharted space. Wolf 359. Earth. We return…
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#Haiku (10/20/23)
10/20/23: itchy leaking cactus… a gunslinger’s itchy trigger finger #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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#Haiku (10/18/23)
10/18/23: jangle scarecrow… a jangle of old keys in the door #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Dead Reckoning
Her hands, covered in dirt. Trembling. Hot streams of tears slide off her checks and onto the broken ground. Her chest heaves and heaves, but her sobs remain silent. A crow caws, takes flight from the topmost leafless branch of the dead Pinon. One glance over her shoulder. A gaunt, pale face bearing reddened, resigned…
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An Interstellar Jaunt?
I check the intrument panel again. Green across the board. The maiden voyage of the first trans-light, SpaceFold-drive starcraft, a lever-pull away. If it works, I’ll become the pioneer of intersteller flight. If it doesn’t… beckoning stars stretching out our hands to reach them We fold today at dVerse Poets Pub, for De Jackson’s Quadrille…
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#Haiku (10/16/23)
10/16/23: salty mackerel clouds missing the lightly salted planter’s peanuts #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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#SilentSunday (10/15/23)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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Childhood Memories
Douglass Park, where we piled on a merry-go-round and spun round & round so fast that some of us fell off. And all of us saw the sky whirl round even standing still. The streets of Weber Park, my neighborhood in then North Tarrytown (now Sleepy Hollow), where we played tag, hung out in each…
