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 …

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Been there

I have been a sonnet that stumbled clumsily around meter and rhyme. I am now a freewheeling poem who does not care where the verse will end. I was not sure if my orbit had to be prograde or retrograde, I wasn’t even sure if I was around the right sun. Now I just roll …