Writing

MY HEART IS ONLY ABOUT THE SIZE OF MY FIST. I HAVE WEAK ARMS, SO MY FISTS DON'T HIT VERY HARD. MY HEART IS DIFFERENT IN THIS REGARD.

You should stop yelling

The clutter; I’m broken wings

Is peace just that hard?

When I first got switched on, I became the world’s first half-human, half-robot teacher. My mind stretched into every database of human knowledge. I could teach anything.

By the time the streetlights flickered on, the cul-de-sac was already empty. Pumpkins lay sideways on porches, their candles out, their smiles melted. Gwen stood at the end of the street, costume wrinkled, pillowcase empty.

The promise carved in ink was grand,

Yet some fell out of the bounds of its claims.

Noble words, though finely planned,

Still bent for power, wealth, and name.

it is Halloween morning

and pouring rain.

wake up & look out the window -