Publisher's Synopsis
The poems within Poems from the Edge of the Apocalypse, like the poppy gracing its cover, serve both as a warning and a requiem. The poppy, an ancient symbol of remembrance and the sleep of death, is also among the first blooms to rise from the ashes of devastation. It speaks of loss, but also of renewal, of the quiet persistence of life after catastrophe.
As we stand on the threshold of a new epoch where artificial general intelligence threatens to either unravel, radically redefine, or miraculously preserve the essence of humanity these poems ask us to pause, reflect, and remember. In an age accelerating toward machine consciousness, never has forethought, empathy, and hope been more essential.
On the brink of a post-human world, the poppy becomes more than a symbol; it is a plea not to forget what makes us human: the beauty in our fragility, the poetry of our impermanence, the soulful complexity of our emotions. As the line blurs between organic and artificial, Poems from the Edge of the Apocalypse stands as a quiet resistance-a reminder that even in a future shaped by algorithms, our soft, fallible, beautifully flawed humanity still matters.
