More poems about my trip to Pine, AZ to work on building a wall with my family. First a poem about the terrible quality of sleep I got on the first night there, then two poems about the experience and difficulties of the first real day of work.
This story is about the inventor of a revolutionary new technology embodied in a device which allows stable wormholes to be created in spacetime, linking any two of them together. Such a device would allow humanity to travel to space for next to no cost, and herald a new age of expansion into the Solar system. It could allow humanity to contact an alien race and attempt a peaceful relationship. But first, before the technology is ever tested, it gets used by a future version of the inventor to create a wormhole backward in time, intending to alter history and prevent a terrible future from ever occurring.
In part 1, Robert Weyth’s future self comes back in time and, while others from the future begin to carry out their plan to save Earth, explains to himself the history of the future he’s trying to prevent.
For a year or two, I lived in Pine, AZ with my grandparents. These two poems are about some of the feelings I had upon returning to a space and situation I hadn’t occupied in a few years, and to seeing my grandfather -as near to dying as my grandmother had been while I’d lived there- in that too-familiar place.
In this brief essay, I address the narrative style wherein an author, usually at the last minute, cancels out everything else they wrote and makes the entire experience a waste of time. I also ask for your financial support, in the form of buying copies of the Untrue Tales… series, to buy me time in coffee shops for writing the rest of the series.
These are the first two poems from the several-days-long ordeal my father, brother, and I went through, insulating and installing drywall on an interior wall of our warehouse in Pine, AZ. The wall was about 30 feet tall and we initially intended to do a section about fifty feet wide, and we were largely working with recycled materials.
This story follows the actions of a couple who seem to have been together forever, who want to be able to create children of their own, and who will stop at nothing to do so. Involving stem cell research, cloning, mind control, human sacrifices, eventual success … and what comes after, this story isn’t afraid to touch on sensitive issues to get where it wants to go, or to take things even further from there.
Two relatively unrelated poems today. First, a poem about my emotional-overeating reaction to the previous night’s insomnia, then a brief poem (based on an email) which both pretends I can sleep and diminishes my self-worth. “…I am furniture…”