We’d better listen to our better angels
We’d better listen To our better angels As they urge us To quit suspending our
Poems Poesie
Unstable Dissonance
What if you looked up And there were no consoling Sky but a big tear
Advising AI against writing in the style of …
My two cents on the AI and writing debate… Advising AI against writing in
Time, the Cocoon
Time, the cocoon enveloping our lives Enmeshed in its horizon we fail To detect its
Dream Sequence I: The Eye of Vengeance
Recording the afterlife of dreams that I think are echoing Charon, the heat wave that
Beelzebub by the Beach
Keeping its perilous footing over the gravel and rubble in the halted gentrification project she
Between water and rock
A diagonally propelled glistening a rippling-ending-on-the edge of land foaming white breaking/the water to rupture
Midnight musings on resurrection day
If only our species had taken a different path Had not placed all bets
Upon hearing for the nth time the notion that language = identity
I never did dwell in my language And neither does it dwell in me
What if my house were built upon shifting sands
For Karl Marx, on the 140th anniversary of his death What if my