A Long White Beard

Coffee, Smoke and Bytes

I cannot feel the warmth
of your touch and the sense
of your scent is lost to me—
I feel lonely in all this rush
of friends and comments and likes and dislikes;
I am falling out of the cycle of time.

A Long White Beard

We Talk People; They Talk Numbers

The first time I heard that we are just numbers to the corporate body, which represents 99 percent of everything out there in the world today, I was shocked for I thought I had it all figured out already, but there seemed to be something new to learn every day.

A Long White Beard

The Feast

All gathered around the victim,
helpless raising its head
in vain trying
to catch a sight of one last savior—
the eyes blackened by fires
everywhere raging inside its heart;

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