Woebegone Wednesday: Progress for the sake

The Atomic Age begat the Digital Age,
and the soon to follow Genetic sequel.
Our Anthropocene seeps rancid into deserts and jungles,
taiga, savanna, and oceans deep. Nowhere is safe.
You’ll be safe in Nowhere, a place where nothing dies,
Or lives.
Where dreams are born and fade, ungraspable phantasms,
filaments dissolving in foamy lattes.
Nowhere, a non-scape awaiting your arrival,
awaiting the Cosmos and its final breathless gasp.
Photons dim and wink out.
The Dark Age has come.

Writer’s Log: DarkWinterLit – A Grandmother’s Love

Thanks again to Suzanne (EducationalMentorship.com) for considering another of my stories for inclusion in her blossoming online literary magazine www.DarkWinterLit.com.

“I don’t do that anymore. Please stop asking.” Morna set down her cup and stared at her daughter in-law. Women in the township had come to know that stare, one tempted fate to counter such a stare.

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