The writings of some random dude on the internet
4.25/5 (Very Good) Chelsea Quinn Yarbro’s Hyacinths (1983) is an unsettling dystopian tale of a future where even the unregulated creative world of Dreams is harassed and controlled. On another level, Hyacinths lays bare the dangers of unregulated industry and the ingrained sexism within western capitalism. There’s a deep sadness within these pages, a sadness at the […]
Book Review: Hyacinths, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro (1983) — Science Fiction and Other Suspect Ruminations
Your tissue wings paper your sides with colour and pattern design, open to view when you lie bold, seek the eye, close to hide your shades when shy and fearful of thief’s symmetry. When you beat with energy with every butterfly, what effect you can supply, changing weather, changing sky and moving floes on […]
Butterfly Effect — LADY IN THE COUNTRY
One…two…too many May be not enough …..
Oh these numbers! — For the love of it
. Nothing between the trees and the far star . So open to the forces of the universe . And I share Their vulnerability. .
The Forces of the Universe — Flowering Poverello
River North golden hour resting on the front porch time lingers and stretches forth sweet tea Saturday sunflowers reach new heights as the bluebirds play houses that have seen our ancestors’ best days stained glass, old tears paved walkways, canned beers jazz from the cafe next store you can hear a friendly hello, a passing […]
RiNo — sparkle in my eye
To grow in a way That will let the roots run deep And stems sway in green
A Plant’s Haiku — From Ashes, A Fire
This thought just came into my head Dropped like a ton of bricks, or lead What would you do if your creativity was dead? All your good poetry finished, everything you had to say, said? Honestly, though the thought came to me, I’ve no idea what my answer would be By:J.N.R Dutton
What If There Was Nothing Left? —
When the line is loose all bets are off and somewhere the voices and somehow the insignificant details start to glow. The wind that felled the tree never seemed like felling me but I crumble and crumble and only hope for the world to turn. To begin, a word is a bold assertion of time […]
Cities (working title) #10 — Return to DEFAULT
