The only good Nazi is one kicking in a death throe. Continue reading “The Rope”
I have to preface this essay by making one thing clear: I have to great love for dystopian visions, or narratives of the apocalypse.
As a much younger man, I reveled in tales of the end of the world, or of the world gone wrong. Nineteen Eighty-four was my lodestar. Brave New World possessed a strange allure, as I in my hubris knew I’d be born as an Alpha. Alas, Babylon was a seminal work in my adolescence. And, of course, who can forget A Canticle for Leibowitz, whose central theme is that the problem is with humanity, regardless of how many chances it gets to get things right.
I wrote this poem three years ago. I’m pretty sure I wrote it about someone in particular, although the maelstrom of the past time makes me forgetful. Continue reading “Fortunate Son”
I’m currently reading a book which is affecting me in a way no book has in a while. Continue reading “Upcoming project”
Living a good life is living to tell about it. Continue reading “And after all is said and done”
Eternity lies in those who remember us. Continue reading “And then my mother asked”
Wondering about people who’ve left your life applies to those in the virtual world as much as the real world. Continue reading “Old friends”