I have created some statements in English, put them through a translator to Klingon, then back to English. It makes a type of poetry. I’m pretty pleased with this.
There is always a small cat.
It is, and they call the blind man, ran, and be happy.
But then the wolves.
Continue reading “Klingon Poetry – Poetry”
This poem brought to you by hormonal fatigue, before a solution was implemented
On waking up I throw the hook
That latches to the end of the day
I pull it tight and haul myself to
I tell my body it must obey Continue reading “Tired – prose (about menopause)”
I live in an echo chamber
The people I choose to be around me
Are the ones who reflect my opinions
Ideas, judgments, have my set of values
Of a world that is better Continue reading “Echo Chamber – prose”
Until it broke it was hardened glass
Unyielding cold and smooth
Denying passage while pointing the way
Never rattling or loose
When it broke the illusion was gone
No reflection standing in
The outside world, once safely out
Now showing every sin Continue reading “The window – a poem about us”
We all know someone like this
She had a really bad childhood
I thought you ought to know
So when she fucks you over
Just sit back and take the blow Continue reading “Don’t ask her (a poem)”
Written on behalf of KN
I see you’re turning into your mother
That’s most unfortunate for you
For a while it seemed you’d missed out
But now it seems the genes bred true Continue reading “The Best Friend (a poem)”
At least they didn’t breed. It would have been worse to co-parent.
The stupidest thing that I ever did do
Was to try and to have a baby with you
If we had succeeded, with you I’d be stuck
With that face, no conversation, and boring ass fucks Continue reading “The stupidest thing I ever did do (a poem)”