Originally posted on Vox Populi:
New Kansas law picks the pockets of the poor while humiliating them in the process. When Republicans support or pass a law to address a non-problem, they usually have an ulterior motive. Take the slew of recent state laws making it harder to vote. The stated rationale behind these laws…
Year: 2015
James Keye: Wake up to your Myths, America!
Originally posted on Vox Populi:
. I created this list of “American Myths” 25 years ago thinking that some significant part of the people would begin to understand them over time. What seems to be happening is that the country is dividing into those who cling with increasing aggression to these myths as others realize…
Amazon Fulfillment Center
A slight jamming of the machines Huff turn thrust push turn Pick up push turn huff thrust push Push push turn push push A sin to relate this I am no public representative A slight return and the induct job Pickup scan turn drop repeat Turn walk Pickup scan turn drop repeat 1000 an hour […]
He Chose a Path
A poem featuring a ‘behind the scenes’ (in the sense used in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods) journey and a sphinx from my book Synaptic Syntactic.
Till the Stones and Till the Soil
We all the small ones dreamed of our deaths We dreamed of our deaths and in the rambling of picotant demonoid would heard of our ways and means We all the small ones were not frightened Death is but a return of consciousness to the great, a scattering of photons We the elaborate focusing devices […]
Mace and Henbane
How to begin it? We once were in a bit if a jam We took what could be taken Sleeping off the chaos of the dilemma, We woke into a dream In the artful elusions of what followed, we demonstrated for our followers The pursuant lost the thread never again to find Needling feelings took […]
We Flattered Ourselves of Our Uniqueness
We of all the small ones grew up and were changed We all the small ones went to the store We grew up and changed, we grew and changed, we transfigured and expanded In our silence you could read longing Many of the others disliked and spat upon our changes We ignored it We flattered […]
The Pines
The elation of the pines was palpable as the wind whistled through their needles Speaking of the march of ‘progress’ they said “oh, it will never come here. We are a truly wild place” They congratulated themselves and were happy But even if the humans stopped outside their borders the global warming was ready to […]
Burning the Globesphere / Never a Utopia
We of all the small ones are repulsed In it we are we and thus and so, yet not we, we wait upon the turning of the tide In the end the demonoid picotant was needful of a place to sleep. In the end the demonoid picotant slept by we all the small ones. In […]
Repeating Series of We All the Small Ones
Indescribably picotent of the needling the alterations of candidness were trimmed and served Ineluctably illiterate we of the glitterati meet and determine your appearance In the gaps of this we of all the small ones bubble up and flitter Ineluctably the evolutions of the series of glittering up, of poking and prodding, in the aftermath […]
Lost in Mist 