Whispy tendrils, floating free.

Imagine if humans are washed away and only animals survive to live. Can the domesticated animals, especially cows, return to the wild and live happily ever after! I doubt!!

A cinquain poem.

Machines as a metaphor for school.

A race
Up street
Down Street
No soul around
Heart beats lost.

Know the place of which you lie…

A poem on machines, mortals and gods.

Under foot.

Point of view.

By making it possible for machines to replace people, automation has created what amounts to a revolution in our ways of doing things.