A postcard from my movie memorabilia. Elvis Presley c. 1957 Photographer Unidentified
sexy soulful voice
full of dark demons inside
a blind eye, then death
About the Creator
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Tragic! An impactful little poem. Good work.
As well-wrought as a peanut butter 'nanna sammich! (A personal favorite of the King and myself as well!)
oof.. may have to sit with this one for some time. well penned 👏🏾
Well written & Powerful!
Ah, Elvis. What a man.