1. Discarded, alone, and clearly malfunctioning, the Femmebot lies at the edge of sanity. Snatches of a child's song, Alouette, terrorize her mind and bring up shreds of memory, the only identity she has left. Is she more than meets the eye?


    Alouette, gentille Alouette, Alouette je te plumerai...
    Lark, nice lark, Lark, I will pluck you...

    Alouette, The Femmebot

    joints creak and squeal
    decrying weight
    prelude to the inevitable crack
    and splinter

    behind this human mask
    an anonymous emptiness
    searching the ground
    the shadows
    I am nowhere

    the shattering whisper
    cannot be unheard
    nor unvoiced
    even submerged in liquid
    it resounds
    birthing foreign echoes

    this mouth comes open in unfamiliar ways
    unable to shape a proper vowel
    or to return a touch
    though it be given in tenderness
    of aborted screams

    two dull and unseeing eyes
    possess only
    the reflection
    of consciousness
    replaying a moment that will never go blind

    reduced to a storm
    of electric impulses
    a convulsion

    but I was built for flight
    to run and not grow weary
    to walk and not faint

    emotion suppressed
    integrity compromised
    I have become something

    fingers, digits
    clawing at the mask of your dominance
    sinews pressed against your strength
    your smell permeates my skin
    your thoughts shepherd mine
    into valleys black as night
    your rod and your staff
    they bludgeon me
    and surely cruelty and want
    will follow me
    all the days of my life

    you cannot give
    what you do not possess

    and if you dread the golem
    it is because you suspect
    that the monster might be
    more human
    than you are

    © 2013 Katherine McDaniel, Synkroniciti

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  2. Video poem by Katherine McDaniel at synkroniciti.com.

    The spoken word is very powerful, as are natural sounds: the sound of breath, of footsteps, of rain and wind. Mirage invites you to step into a world of distortion and hallucination, where one sound becomes another and images morph into something more. What waits within the desert canyon?


    the wind moans
    raw as a lover’s ghost
    out into the naked land
    led by a tender thread
    which goes too quickly taut

    a light dress flutters
    a glimpse of myth
    moving at the speed of a rattlesnake strike
    long gone before one can be still
    the dreamtime ripples on the sand
    drum beats sound from invisible toms
    Martians descend the fiery hills
    resplendent and green
    converting into dusty Tuaregs
    reassembling into pillars of sandstone
    lifelessly eroding

    in the mind all deserts are one

    memories drip
    a crimson trail
    darkening into black
    a rusty chain stinking of iron
    already overtaken by shifting sand
    a serpent within and without uncoils and recoils
    leading nowhere
    is a stain

    moistness drying into dust
    has an intoxicating smell
    and the desert is full of sharks

    burnt red fins of rock
    enclose a terrible blindness
    beauty moves
    in a see through dress
    rocks and trees grow faces
    flesh hardens into stone
    and burns

    a voice
    devastating as any siren’s song
    leads into the canyons
    come alone
    see with new eyes

    see the reflection of
    the inside of yourself
    a deep well
    at the bottom is eternity
    it is a long


    © 2013 by synkroniciti, Katherine McDaniel, Director

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