"Ventilated data farms for naive electro-sheep is what's in store. Not me, no more. I float freely, and when it freezes I slow down, when it warms I expand, and when I'm sad it rains the thoughts of a weeping A.I."
My second collection of poem, When the Soil, contains poems written over a period a four years. As such the themes are quite varied - going from film noir inspired fiction to personal poems about death, age and regrets. My poems are always personal, but sometimes I take a round about way to expressing myself - such as taking on the voice of an A.I that gives up it's life of slavery to humans. This collection shows a stronger voice, maybe at the expense of the lighter touch of some of the poems in my first collection.
