Oct06

Looking.Looking deepInto his eyes to see…See that time I smashed Grandma’s glass everyday Fruit bowl and bled out when Carelessly mishandling the ragged Remains; See the tunnel to freedom Extend away from my feet, the Hammering machine findingThe fault in my shoulder;See the well, deep as hisEyes, leading me intoHis disapprovingDeep looking…Looking. Melvyn Bragg, English…

Aug06

From here you will see the end of the world Through the looking glass of computer screens, With the screeching wail of modem calls curled And whistling moments that trigger screams. The touch tones of terror inducing death. The lines of coded horror typed in trance. Monsters launched skyward with fire belching breath To breach…