An especially relevant poem for These TimesTM in which we live. You can read the whole thing here, but I especially like the final paragraph: And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls… Continue reading The Red Death
Category: poems
It’s dark in here
It’s dark in here… did you hear that? I know there’s something here. I can see it, can’t you?
The Deepest Dark
[Poem] In the deepest dark of the night…
Games for the Computer Children
Games for the Computer Children: a poem by Keith M. Survell.
Ode to my Computer
Ode to my Computer: A Poem by Keith M. Survell.