By Strider Marcus Jones you stay and growmore mysteriosobut familiarin my interior-with voices peeledfull of fieldof fruiting orange treesfertile to orchard breezesoaked in summer rainsso each refrain all remains.not afraid of contrast,closed and opened in the pastand present, this isolation of Hopper's ladies,sat, thinking in and out of ifs and maybesin a diner, reading on … Continue reading Hopper’s Ladies
Become Transhuman and Other Poems
By Strider Marcus Jones Become Transhuman mop my stain of thoughts from their existence, before they grow too old and follow me, into disrepair and rigid ways- but leave one drop of luminous ribosome to feed its reason if i choose to let mortality become transhuman, then i, so acting shaped to mime and mummer … Continue reading Become Transhuman and Other Poems
