Poet’s Press: A new poem on what gets delivered, and what gets lost, as robots take over
Alicia Cook. Photo submitted by the poet. The Last Mile by Alicia Cook Five delivery robotswait on the corner for work—autonomous prostitutesunder a blinking store sign.Their small pixel hearts blink red,but their owling eyes wink dead—sent out nightly for the lastmile no one wants to walk.One glitches and slumps off therutted edge of the cracked […]
Poet’s Press: “In It Together” – A Mother’s Meditation on Community, Culture, and Care
I hear the mother’s and fathers cries in my sleep
A collective memory
A heartbeat we all felt until it stopped
I feel their pain in my gut like I lost my son
Hold him just a little tighter and pray over him just a little more
Warning him about the rules
We don’t go unless there’s two
Someone gotta look like you