A crabby limerick

There was a crab named TimAWho with his daddy MoNaCordoned off the oceanFor all but crustaceans‘You outsiders find a new home, ah!’ If you think that’s random babbleLook around and see the bubblesOf bigotry and hateThe currency they tradeAnd they tell you ‘Don’t stir up any trouble.’


Power Tussles

The screen is split into several squares, hangouts migrate to virtual spaces, awkward silences first, then nervous stares, you scan the screen for familiar faces. You see eyes squint, you hear breaking voices, some soft, some needle-like piercing your ears. It’s survival of the loudest noises, an arena for the alpha to emerge. And when … Continue reading Power Tussles