Author Archives: meganporterpoetry

I was the first to hook in to reality AI those first lessons in people who left me out of the world gave me no choice what a gift for a young creative suddenly the greatest boon was a quiet room but a diligent apprentice, I seeked to perfect bored with life, bored of you,Continue reading “Director”

It’s a funny old game men gleaming white on a green sea elevate as heroes It’s a game that rewards patient action considered movements a body in the now, a mind in the soon Leaders emerge from anywhere in the lineup it only takes one man a session to stand up to evil’s intrusion you’reContinue reading “Cricket”

Oh, we’ll keep fighting, I’m sure. When Eve took that apple, she knew that being static was a fate worse than evil. To be for something, there must be an against; to be a Trojan, there has to be an Achaean. It won’t do to languish in discord— to always think and say and neverContinue reading “Contra”

With love, every day is fearless new the mundane table, tea and toast is transformed— the apathetic yesterday you as dead as straitjackets— release! what a dream we live in I’m starting from nothing/ nothing to lose

black hole bright look what you do time resets stifling you the sun is cloying life repeats opposition’s fire swift defeats black hole dark lying there in your dreams they really care