We’d better listen to our better angels
We’d better listen To our better angels As they urge us To quit suspending our
We’d better listen To our better angels As they urge us To quit suspending our
What if you looked up And there were no consoling Sky but a big tear
My two cents on the AI and writing debate… Advising AI against writing in
Time, the cocoon enveloping our lives Enmeshed in its horizon we fail To detect its
Kallinitikos Καλλινίτικος Θράκης – THE DANCE OF MATTER, MIND AND HANDS Inspired by Dimitra
CHANGING PARADIGMS: PINA PICCOLO IN LITERARY CONVERSATION ON POETRY, PART II: INTERVIEW IN “WRITERS SPEAK”,
Recording the afterlife of dreams that I think are echoing Charon, the heat wave that
Keeping its perilous footing over the gravel and rubble in the halted gentrification project she
A diagonally propelled glistening a rippling-ending-on-the edge of land foaming white breaking/the water to rupture
If only our species had taken a different path Had not placed all bets