




The Information Age
bloomed & died
from wave after wave
of information inflation
and counterfeit information -
cheap knockoffs flooded
the market!
We live in a
post-information world:
an information junkyard,
to be precise.
Rusting, useless detritus
poses as treasure.
We catch glints
and think it value,
But even turds can glitter
in the Sun.
I never met a one I didn’t like.

Ancient cathedral:
pews & altar
long gone.
Cold air creeps
through cracks
to flicker candles,
Candles lit for
those long dead —
though long remembered —
on a cold, winter day.





late afternoon sun
penetrates the pavilion —-
causing napper’s turn.
Have intense confidence that they can achieve anything, but only when they’re not an ass about it. So, have humble confidence or cool confidence?

a shade of orange
that doesn’t exist in nature…
yet - there it is!
