POLITICS, POETRY & SATIRE
BACK TO AI SCHOOL On the wall of a mate I’ll call Carl G We played with our thoughts intelligently, He asked our new toy to write poetry In the style of what it believed was me. It gibbered and gabbled not plagiarized The atrocious crap was no sight for sore eyes, Since stolen creation …
Maree and I hopped off the bus and flitted up the hill to the hospital entrance. We were enchanting elves buzzing in fairyland since last night, off our faces on mescalin with our mates. After Roger said Maree’s face was turning green, the five of us had a simultaneous silent vision where we were ripples …
No to reflexive acceptance of unacceptable patriarchal narratives No to worship of colonial baubles to pad hollow best lives No to climate change unless toward cooling and they don’t have a plan for our children’s children all they give a f*ck about is bucks over our f*cked dead bodies and concocting plausible deniability to shield …
Do you find after feeding the masses their main meal you made too much rice? Here’s what you can do with leftover rice, which can be deployed as a nutritious replacement for wasteful, exploitative, expensive packaged cereals for brekkie/brunch/desserts for days afterward. Leave the fluffy, strained, cooked rice in the saucepan and add a suitable …
At the top of the hill, twelve white-robed women filed into a clearing in the forest. In the centre grew a frangipani tree in full bloom, emanating elegant fragrance. On the other side, veiled by a pink thicket of quisqualum, a dark entrance was barely visible. “Wait, my sisters, and anoint yourself with the sacred …
