This is how ChatGPT improved my “How it Should Be” poem: “In sunlit splendor, the glistening beams unfold,Upon the darning needle’s wings, a rainbow’s tale is told.It weaves and darts through verdant realms, a lively dance it leads,In gardens lush,… Continue Reading →
My child,Feel the dreamIts soft and fraying edgesTethered outside of time.Be glad of this rocky outpostAn explosion of life and colorIn the black vacuum of space.Revel in your awarenessAt the dim thoughts Bubbling up from nowhereThe pieces you call self.Resist… Continue Reading →
Jesus Christ, this City.Dirty streets rumble with menaceMeth-addled lovers argueOver a dirty mattress and remnantsOf lives destroyedDear God, this CityIts rotten heart and worn out soulThe ball of mental illnessStaring, hungry from across the street cornerEyes angry and wornGoddamn this… Continue Reading →
Are there traces of GodIn the clock work turnings of the Sun?The formation of clouds?The tumult of the rains? Does He work within the rooted plants?Hide behind thickets of thorns?Is He like a windblown scentThat sends the dogs a baying?… Continue Reading →
Each Spring I watch the Honeysuckle Tendrils burst green with lifeClimbing and twining across the trellis Communing with the witch hazel branches Optimism incarnate is the Honeysuckle It’s flowers friends to bees and butterfliesTheir scent a gift on hot summer… Continue Reading →
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