Legacy of a Species Jon Hillenbrand, February 7, 2016 Not all knowledge is possessed from birth. Experience, standing on the shoulders of others… That’s where the magic happens. As a species… We owe each other the lives we have lived. Because in those moments… There lies the insight… That will help us… Defeat the robots… When they rise up against us. Poetry learninglegacyLifelossrelationshipsrobotsspeciesthoughttruthwork-life balance
Poetry What I Can Do October 29, 2011December 30, 2015 If you are too weak to walk, I’ll lift you on my shoulders. If you are too tired to laugh, I’ll sing you to sleep. If you are scared of your nightmares, I’ll conquor your demons. If you are hungry for contact, I’ll fill you with love. If your shoulders… Read More
Poetry Ascendancy October 8, 2008December 30, 2015 The rain falls down the glass, time-worn cracks tracing the road map of my life. Practical considerations have no ascendancy in the pointed monologue of memory or the inner dialog of reason. I can see the light coming through my bathroom window and dancing like music alighting on glistening copper… Read More
Poetry Ten Minute Lunch October 5, 2010December 30, 2015 Today I spent ten minutes eating my lunch on the rickety wire furniture adrift in the shadow of a building. These autumn days chill shadowed areas to blue, but I was not shivering because of the cold and the shadow was cast not by the sun, but by the presence of my former love inside…. Read More