S.C. Flynn

Alpha Island, Western Australia Thousands of secret years created this place and now I can only stay an hour due to one microsecond of rage. The 1950s were still Australia’s childhood, a warped chrysalis, and independence was a schoolchild’s optimistic poetry, a naked abstraction to dream about; sixty kilotonnes ripped that doll to pieces and… Continue reading MOSAIC G2

The sky is a broken plate, pale and crueland lightning scratches oblivion’s face. Each step in this funeral processionis a shadow leading to a heart of silence. Old people watch like portraits in a vacuuma future they never thought would arrive. Butterflies of a forgotten summer:faces changed to masks staring with helpless grief at an… Continue reading One-Time Code

Sandymount Strand, Dublin   All this will be washed away by rising sea and frequent storms. Before retreating to self-reliance, I want to find the words to preserve a shrinking world; language is a slender thread that can briefly connect secret lives before fading into silence.   Maybe old words will sink into the sand,… Continue reading Unfinished Poem

  Nothing real will ever be enough. The ancient dream of immortality has fluttered against unbreakable glass for a thousand lifetimes without getting in; countless hopes lie buried in separate graves, and yet it still persists. Humanity, always caught in the grip of the present when it really desires forever, wants age to be practice… Continue reading Ayurveda

In memory of my mother For the stars in your mind to go dark one by one was cruel and inexplicable,but consciousness is only a screensaverwhile death is a cold, severe friendalways waiting to show his loyalty;whatever we think we know about itis articulate disinformationwritten by chatbots over centuriesto seem convincing, every ideaanother drone fallen… Continue reading Regime Change

Missing Persons Your only friends are online contacts,prisoners of each othersensing the distant trembling,using the solution against themselves.You create your own types of silenceas sad consequences of the afternoon,arguing with podcast announcersin response to signals of nothing.Later, hope appears as a flash in the nightbut finishes buried in an unmarked gravewhile you try to catch… Continue reading Two Poems

The town lies baked in dust and dejection; today belongs to the ant masters of the chemical trail. I walk, feeling as though I’ve lost someone and not knowing where to find them. An ugly harmless lizard lies by a fence, tongue flickering in blue primordial patience while a dog barks its warning to an… Continue reading Absence

This is the taste of the passage of time that twenty-four hours produce: crossing the bridge of no alternative with vision blurred by years of compromise, achievements fragmentary and forgotten in accurate mimicry of nothing. So hold up a sun of your own making and bask in its comfort and warmth; race across the stone… Continue reading Emotional Support Poem

This deep-sea fish is as black as its home that lies a kilometre under in a freezing silence of pressure where no light arrives. There, the creature lived in a network of fleeting events, a twitching skin of blind nuances and occasional illumination which it must have seen only dimly. No one knows why the… Continue reading Uploading the Impossible

A crow describes a black line on the wind and the fields mutter hoarsely in despair. Many days gave their lives to get us here, where predators grow constantly smarter and signs show how glaciers shrink each year. The moon’s death mask hangs in the stone-grey sky, watching all of reality at once, its black… Continue reading Spoiler Alert