Twitter Poem: Listened Stones
Listened stones imbue the origin.
Bloodturns of the domedial, sunk.
As remember crows cry at faces,
all shot bullets are plumbed to pierced.
Twitter Poem: Thin Rodeo Wire
Thin rodeo wire keeps you moon,
in muted orbit girth expand.
Fated, you’ll once pull loose,
craze the oceans,
and loftly crash into Jupiter.
Twitter Poem: Slim Oak Switch
Slim oak switch cuts the sky a new horizon.
Hollowing dark rises, set pales down.
Gravel my fingers palm.
Pulted up for bats to dive on.
Twitter Poem: Earth Geargrinds
Earth geargrinds hums from within my pillow,
deeper than cloud high.
Imagining our together soil bones, sleeps.
The sun will ingest us all.
Twitter Poem: Barn
Barn old,
the wooden sunpoled air hasn’t been hayed in ages.
Still, the quiet soothes.
In the corner,
famished spiders wrap dust like prey.
Analyzing Trends: The Pendulum
Trends swing like a pendulum, creating waves of fashion, art, culture, business, you name it…there is a cycle to trends (if not everything). In order to find, uncover and act on burgeoning innovations I visualize this cycle (as the following slides will display) and play with this visualization as a “game.” You can use almost any trend, idea, history, business for this game and see what you uncover.
Twitter Poem: Pry up the daiseys
No cookie mothered this mess of penny fortunes.
Soaked loose paperboats crowd the kiddie pool.
Pry up the daiseys & split.
Twitter Poem: Undetailed
Undetailed,
the trees shadow- shimmer,
darker than the star dim sky.
These schoolbook pinholes,
the stillest ocean,
churn whisper, turn.
Twitter Poem (140 chars max): This Twilight Field
This twilight field.
Lightning bugs spark thriftly, hover.
Over that hill might be the highway,
but crickets dampen air with their lovesongs
Tim Steele: Chief Operating Officer
Tim Steele is not a fiery manager, nor is he steely, he’s “ready.” I think of kung-fu fighters who pay little attention to the flare, but once called upon, they can kick-it where it needs to go. Tim is no fighter, but there’s no getting past him, the problem will be solved, now, if not sooner.