I follow the lead of my ancestors who committed epics to stone, via hammers, chisels, sharp rocks stories, histories endure, still studied my people wrote on reindeer skins with intricate threads and techniques told elaborate tales on functional vessels of iron and pewter they cast…

I’ve heard it said When a young man dies It’s as if a book’s been burned; But when an old man dies, It’s as if an entire library Has burned to the ground. For me, If the internet dies, I’ll suffer certain losses, and simple…

An amber orb, waltzes daintily in the sky, drowning in the orange streaks above the horizon. Light slithers away, relinquishing its claim over the terrain with a cry.   Malevolent shadows, hide in every nook and cranny waiting silently for darkness to make its grand…

All hail the almighty like ! Hold on to it for your dear life. No, really, be vigilant and watch your friends – who likes, who doesn’t, who pretends. A like can save you from tsunami, can gain you sales on origami, can save a…

I imagine you asleep, curled up in my bed. My bed. I want more than just my own indent there. I want your’s. This small world I have, it is big enough for the both of us, I promise. I imagine you meeting my friends. We could go…

Handheld Control at your finger tips Everyplace Any time

Carrie shivered  her chilled skin untouched by the piles of blankets on her bed. Her pale face bleached by the waxing moon that shone in through the thin cotton curtains. Mum had made them from a tablecloth bought from a charity shop. They didn’t quite…

140 Characters They can celebrate or slaughter you One quick story, false or true And you can’t catch it soon enough To like or react It must be a fact. It’s posted on Facebook Right? Did she Snapchat the tonight? Because pictures have taken all…

Cheeky device, Purring secrets and satisfaction. Little hicCUPS of sound, rolls of the tongue that serenade in Spanish, that hum an ancient tune in a rhythm familiar to our foremothers. Hummingbirds quiver, bazillion bees buzz, sipping from blossoms heavy and pink. Stinging, singing, electrical zinging….

I plug you in and vamp up the heat, oh, how you exhaust my memory storage, taking up space with images and stories, poetry and prose, newsfeed and selfies, *Alert: storage almost full* your security breaches airing my dirty laundry to the world, hello world,…