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Machines Don’t Whimper
A poet’s funeral becomes a public reckoning with AI, art, pain, and the human need to create meaning before machines consume it.
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A poet’s funeral becomes a public reckoning with AI, art, pain, and the human need to create meaning before machines consume it.
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Like Washington, the hero of the Revolution and the first president of the nation, I was instructed as a child not to lie (something some recent presidents thrived on) so…

Jennifer didn’t know how long she had been trapped inside the void, watching abandoned houses, cars, and structures floating through the air. A thick blanket of fog always enveloped the…

A golden sliver of sun peeked over the horizon of the scorched land like the whole world was in on playing pretend it was going to be a pleasant day.…

Early Warning Not a virile blooming of grass-hue but a graceless, flesh-sick rising from the ruptures, as life-lines grouted badly by a weekend without washing. These things build up over…

A vivid collection of tanka poetry capturing fleeting moments of life—from saving bees to illegal garden watering, smoky skies, and chihuahuas breaking up morning cuddles.

A poignant meditation on family and fragility, “Nests” intertwines the natural and human worlds, exploring themes of caregiving, connection, and the delicate balance of home.

A Flooding I was this small When the ocean Hurled its great self Onto my city I didn’t know How the clouds did it How the wind Conspired to arrive…

A heartfelt memoir of youthful self-discovery, a chance encounter in Cannes, and the bittersweet journey toward embracing one’s identity.