Words by A Wensley

Screenshot: Nomophobia (Winging it) Agape our collective chick-mouths loll as big-tech feeds us another tasty worm Bite-sized Reels that wriggle and writhe between synapse and sigh-naps Algorithm after algorithm  burrowing with peristalsis-loco-parentis-motion  Deep into our conscious-soil effecting Worm-holes in our Evolutionary Involuntary reflex-motions Our life-force reduced to that of excreta You used to embody such motions Those that should naturally Always be in attendance Attuned Agape To our One Sacred Mother  Who stands on the edge of her fragile nest Winging it Spork in hand (the one without the phone surgically attached camera primed ready to snap  every First this and that  for her socials Memories to share Content to consume over and over again…)  “Here comes the aeroplane!”  Glazed eyes Don't Look Up  Such is the lure Of the Endless Feed A. Wensley Selected by Jawbone for publication in Issue 3 of The Jawbone Journal - Out July 2026...