Legacy of a Species Jon Hillenbrand, February 7, 2016 Not all knowledge is possessed from birth. Experience, standing on the shoulders of others… That’s where the magic happens. As a species… We owe each other the lives we have lived. Because in those moments… There lies the insight… That will help us… Defeat the robots… When they rise up against us. Poetry learninglegacyLifelossrelationshipsrobotsspeciesthoughttruthwork-life balance
Poetry The haze of the drink November 15, 2010December 30, 2015 You have to lean your head against something with your eyes closed and the closest thing is the cold beer in your right hand. So you lean into its curve, your face falling into the slope of its neck, and sleep flows like the liquid in the bottle as the… Read More
Poetry Love’s Dreamy Breath October 15, 2008December 30, 2015 Love is air. Lovelessness is the drowning after. I float now in that water. Were I suspended in sweet air, you would see the roses in my cheeks and the clover in my souls. But as you peer past the surface of my rippled sky, your eyes will ungrey a… Read More
Poetry Smear July 1, 2012December 30, 2015 I wouldn’t change a thing about you. It would change the skipping of the record and labotomize us both…then we could share an IV bottle together, honey nectar for veinous rivers. Path forward, through the universes, chopping with my fingers through the literal weeds. You’re a sunlit green and black… Read More