Hypatia Pickens
Word Count Fibonacci
Eyes!
For unwisely
I forget her
Who came to lift my
Face above the still waters of ignorance. You
So opposed my stubborn cries and made me view this richer, loftier place.
Frenzy, a flattening as you halve every half of your ad infinitum approach.
That death should be so, I could not
Bear! But loving you, growing,
I arrive never-endingly
Into your
Joyful
Singularity.
For My Mother
ClosedEyes!
For unwisely
I forget her
Who came to lift my
Face above the still waters of ignorance. You
So opposed my stubborn cries and made me view this richer, loftier place.
Asymptote
Arriving is what the runner ever strives for in the asymptotic paradox of Zeno, for whom finishing was only a narrowingFrenzy, a flattening as you halve every half of your ad infinitum approach.
That death should be so, I could not
Bear! But loving you, growing,
I arrive never-endingly
Into your
Joyful
Singularity.
Bio
"Hypatia Pickens" is a Professor of English at a university in Upstate New York, writes and publishes poetry and fiction and offers a weekly open mic in Second Life called "Strange and Sudden Literature." She has a penchant for the formal in poetry and the magical in fiction, and she has published (under other virtual names) in HazMat, Bathhouse, Centrifugal Eye, Blue Angel Landing, Fantasy and Science Fiction, and Terra Incognita, and she has written teleplays and story ideas for Star Trek: The Next Generation. She is busy perfecting her building and art work to go with her writing, and has plans for a medieval studies educational sim.