Home is where the heart isHow many arteries can you cut before you have to leave?I think I lose a bit of my heart, every time you dieAnd that’s why…

This is a poem I wrote in Old English (largely reflecting Old English poetic form). eðle we gewisson / eorðlingas on wloncsiþese gebeorg forestod / beforan ofergengumortreowe weste / ac we oferclimbonlandhordweardas…

I’m glad to be a robotWith my carapace of steel,My quantitative metrics,Incapacity to feel. It makes my mission clearer,More efficient, more precise,To make this world betterWithout sentience’s price. I’m quite…

What do you mean by “best friends forever”If the end of forever’s but years away?I’d hoped that more than proximity binds usBut will this crumble if I don’t stay? I’d…

BramblesCatch my clothesMy hairMy thoughtsI stick in the fieldsMy shoesIn the mudBramblesEnsnare meI am encircledBy thornsThey poke meWith every moveI makeTo escapeBramblesSurround meUnaware weWere passing byBefore IGot entangledEntrenchedAnd yetI feel…

Iwas tooremote, my drawbridge neverlowered, it rusted over, if I have a moatcould Iever really know her?I was never sure, was insecure, what if you’remy futuresoulmate, is it skillor is…