For disaster.
Take two table spoons of inadequacy
Fold.
Category Archives: Sound of the Underland
FAce-lIft Continuation III
I made paintings. Tech advanced I let the algorithm chew on them. fAce-lIft™ is what happened when I asked AI to distort, not dictate — to echo, not replace. The result? Something almost beautiful, slightly haunted, and very much still mine. If that makes you uncomfortable… good. Come look anyway.
FAce-lIft Continuation II
I made paintings. Tech advanced I let the algorithm chew on them. fAce-lIft™ is what happened when I asked AI to distort, not dictate — to echo, not replace. The result? Something almost beautiful, slightly haunted, and very much still mine. If that makes you uncomfortable… good. Come look anyway.
FAce-lIft
I made paintings. Tech advanced I let the algorithm chew on them. fAce-lIft™ is what happened when I asked AI to distort, not dictate — to echo, not replace. The result? Something almost beautiful, slightly haunted, and very much still mine. If that makes you uncomfortable… good. Come look anyway.
Cafe Sospreso
In a world that feels colder by the day, sometimes all it takes is a quiet act of kindness to remind us we still belong. Caffè Sospeso is a story of grief, hope, and the warmth that lingers in a stranger’s generosity.
Dispatches from the Void. V.II
The household remains in upheaval as the energetic spaniel continues her reign of terror. The cats are plotting. We spectate. And await our fate.
Is This All We Get?
Things are never impossible to those
Who have almost given up
And so We Laugh
Find someone else –
To man off to.
You’re laughing but this isn’t cute
We’re laughing for another purpose.
It isn’t cute.
Dispatches from the Void. V I.
Poe Bans Physics: Declares Floor “Emotionally Hostile”.
Dragon’s Breath: An Inheritance of Ash
The valleys of my youth are burning.
The moss is gone.
The ghosts are quieter now—
buried beneath drive-thru queues and Dragon’s breath.
We inherited ash.
#poetry #Welsh #queerwriters #Underland
