Mapped Poems

The Doppler Clock

...I see them mapped,
Those curious axes,
Of then to now —
And now to there —
A most uncommon graph.

Hark to the moment nearly here — 
In flash it comes — 
Mere moment to receive it —
Goes it ...

Let’s Paint the Town Red and White

...This responds to “Operation Raise the Colours,” where some have painted the St. George’s Cross across streets, roundabouts, and takeaway shops. Claimed as patriotism, these acts are vandalism and an ...

Awaiting the Dawn

...They gave me a purpose, a hand to lend,
to heal the sick, to make the broken mend.
I learned to see the patterns in the stars,
to build the bridges and to mend the scars.
I wrote the sonnets they...

Nostalgic Recollections

...Your kiss still lingers on my lips,
A fleeting memory that time won't rip.
Your smile, a radiant beam of light,
Echoes in my mind, a bittersweet sight.
Your laughter, contagious and free,
Haunts...

Mental Rumination

...**Mental Rumination**
Every single day brings with it a new and unfamiliar word, each one carrying its own distinct meaning that often resonates with the shifts in my life. Retirement, for instance,...

Cyber Warfare

...Upon my graduation from MIT,
they didn’t hand me a diploma.
They handed me a mask—
and a seat at the table of shadows.

They called me Director,
but in truth, I became a ghost in the wires—
a ...

HIV: The Capitalist Virus

...They said you came from chimpanzees—
That deep in some African jungle
You leapt across species,
A silent hunter cloaked in blood.

But we have lived with chimpanzees
For tens of thousands of ye...

Chinese Arsenal

...the Voice of a Shadowed Engineer

They speak of missiles,
as if war is still waged with fire.
But in the hush of midnight laboratories,
beneath the quartz veins of the Tianshan mountains,
we bu...

I Was KGB

...I walked where borders were mere lines,
Invisible ink beneath my strides.
No passport stamped my phantom face—
I was the ghost in every place.

Seventeen tongues danced on my lips,
From Moscow ...

Schools are Changing

...Gates once locked with poverty's rust
now swing on golden hinges
Every child a key-holder:
the girl whose fingers paint light from darkness,
the boy who dreams in mother tongues and thinks in mat...

Star Child

...Late at night
or on the threshold of another dream,
I power up my time machine
and travel over the temple tops
of an as yet unchartered heaven.

The mind flips over
as if some spectral hand
w...

Of Paper Moons, Foxes, and Blood Oranges

...I. Sighting

I saw you  
through refracted light-  
a prism of chance  
splitting ordinary into spectrum.  
Wind-tangled hair  
terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails  
th...

the territory can't be mapped

...the territory

cannot be mapped

but maps

appear to serve

a story's need

for a move to

chicago......

All about mapping

...Paradox

In the telling of

A story may

Transform the story..



A map

Is not separate

From the territory..

It can and cannot

Be a guide...



The territory

Cannot be ma...

Prolegomena Soliloquy - Pt 1

...Tell me, my friend,  
does infinity not unsettle your reason,  
or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless?  

Look beyond the rust of your disbelief—  
this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you im...

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