Monthly Archives: April 2018

Digit the Cat When she arrived She was barely alive Just a scattering of parts With a User’s Guide I named her Digit And assembled her there, by the stairs And as she came together Nuts, bolts, software and hairs … Continue reading →

Echo Family              Love in the Age of Alexa You hear me across the room even as music streams. To ask a question is my small part to play. Alexa, where have you been all my life, if not in … Continue reading →

Play me a song, Alexa Play me a hot ravishing a bolero salsa flamenco ,Alexa rip off the piano let the guitar strings snap let the castanets crack let the flute hang on a note to the stars play me … Continue reading →

The Alchemy of Affection As always when she tells a tale, her whole body surges toward me like a warm wave about to crash. Chardonnay wafts on her words; her front teeth jut. Rills of wrinkles run south from her … Continue reading →

Shower Songs Alexa plays the songs that remind me of you. Alexa, please play….. Copyright © Valeri  Beers 2018 Valeri Beers is from Bangor, Maine. She had her first book of poems titled …details… published by Thomas Hill Publishing and … Continue reading →

High and Mighty Tech I don’t like the way he talks to Siri. He won’t be fooled by her sweet, slightly vulnerable voice as though English were her second language. He wouldn’t be fooled by robots, either. Even if they … Continue reading →

Memory Card We were always just a series of dots, dull or sharp, less or more, depending on how much we wanted to blow them up. We will lose the race across black glass to faces. Please delete the smiles … Continue reading →

A Newly Discovered Love I don’t really know you, yet I’ve called your name hundreds of times this week I’ve called out looking for answers or in need of help. You answer as if knowing my exact needs, yet sometimes … Continue reading →

Green Mountain Magic Our auto bumps along the gravel road; a picnic on Mount Equinox we planned. The engine whimpers at the climbing load, but on we push till deep in timberland. Continuing on foot we find a glade: an … Continue reading →