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.
Continue reading “After the plague”
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”
Young love is where you learn life’s pain. Continue reading “A love affair”
Among the notes of a forgotten school
This notebook, with its faded pages,
Survived moves and various life changes
In a hidden-away nook,
Ready upon a night, on a cursory look
To be taken up as a useful tool.
Continue reading “A Prayer”
More from my back catalog.
I’m glad to see that WordPress has upgraded its tools for publishing poetry. It used to be a bear to do it.
Continue reading “The Walkers”