days come darker still
considering the night
white they peer
sadly into empathy
faces cloud
shoulders bowed
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New Muses for a Posthuman Age
Late last year I wrote a 10 sonnet sequence entitled New Muses for a Posthuman Age, the idea being to update the goddesses and answer...
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dinner with friends
everything on the wooden table
sprouted feathers & flew away
the table reared up on its hind legs
& galloped into the forest
to be with its kind....
