Prototype (an acrostic poem)


Putting together yet another try was one of the most satisfying things he did

Reaching down he snapped in the last fitting and took a breath, ready to see if it worked

Of course, building all these iterations was also one of the worst things he could do

They reminded him of the numerous failures he didn’t plan for, that he was a bad engineer

Only he knew there was almost zero chance that the first one would work out of the box

That was the stuff of myths, legends, and dumb luck

Yearning to know if this was the one, he flipped the on switch

Prepared for sparks to fly and flames to claim one more attempt

Except this time it didn’t burn.  It still didn’t work, but that was still progress?

Tuna (an acrostic poem)


The fish swarmed the small net.

Until that moment, Charlie was not that popular of a fish

Now they were Charlie’s army.  They swarmed in and swam with all their might

And the net snapped, allowing all of them to carry off Charlie as the music swelled