Blog posts - page 22
A Response From the Black Box
20 Apr 2020 this was meant to be the future
One night last week, I thought I had a breakthrough. I was fiddling with a new set of code in the middle section of the input. I don’t work with the programme directly of course. It’s beyond us now. No-one has any idea what it’s doing. It’s meant to be running simulations to find a solution to the energy crisis but it doesn’t do anything.
Napowrimo 2020 Day 19- The Movement of Boulders
19 Apr 2020 poetry
Given the kindness and cruelty of time,
a majority forgot those years where
the tilt of the earth increased. Only
a degree. Or more. Scientists spoke,
we didn’t listen, lost in our own panic,
sick with adrenaline. Maybe others
were able to convince themselves
by repetition: It wasn’t that bad. We
pulled together. It wasn’t that bad.
Quarranzine
18 Apr 2020 zines
Malaka Gharib shared how to create a little 8-page zine about the whole COVID 19 situation, so I joined in last week. It came out surprisingly sincere. It really helped clarify my reaction to the whole situation.
Napowrimo 2020 Day 18 - The Return
18 Apr 2020 poetry
When I landed I felt the weight
of myself rush back into my body
like water through an open dam.
I was thankful for no longer
being a raindrop. I saw the sky
as an ocean we swim through daily.
Napowrimo 2020 Day 17- Waiting
17 Apr 2020 poetry
My former body is discarded over
a plastic chair, abandoned to
numbness. Now I am these walls,
the vending machine in the corner
humming its constant mantra,
the flicker of that strip light
spelling out a morse code psalm,
the runes of mould creeping over
each ceiling tile. Aeons vanish.
Napowrimo 2020 Day 16 - Surface Tension
16 Apr 2020 poetry
Between worlds the shine of the sea,
the light that marks the dividing line
between our world and our neighbours.
Napowrimo 2020 Day 14 - Modified
14 Apr 2020 poetry
Purple clouds transform and jitter
over the emerald sky. My limbs
are sprawled over silicone grass
as I observe butterflies flit in
and out of existence. Everything
Napowrimo 2020 Day 12- How to hear the hills
12 Apr 2020 poetry
You will need a clear night, far
from the city’s illuminated fears,
when the dust from the milky way
almost floats down around you.