exhaustion
Tag
Illness Poems
Just before the final burning-out,
the Earth-lights flicker like a palpitating heart.
Meter Reader
“Do this one,” Greg says. It’s only fifty feet away, but the dials are tiny, and the black hands are even tinier, like a gnat’s wings.
On the Loss of Opportunity
On the Loss of Opportunity
We must resist the urge to anthropomorphize the suffering of robots
Regarding its time on Mars,
here is what we can say,
without resorting to sentimenta