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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.
Collected Works in Contemporary Art and Literature
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Forsaken Child
The desert told me of the sea that used to be there. Opened her heart, gave me her shells. Told me of her water flowing. Told me of their past…
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The Music Club
“I’m surprised you didn’t sit at the famous Round Robin oval bar,” Ted said, nodding over his shoulder at the dark reddish oak bar. A row of cocktail tables with…
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Terror Bird
It’s that triangle of apprehension between your shoulder blades and the nape of your neck, which senses the unseeable presences that stalk with ravenous intent—the weaponized drone hovering high in…
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An Un-played Instrument
A month of Sundays passed before Floyd ventured out to play in public. On clear warm days, residents would find him sitting on a park bench next to Jessie and…
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Out of Nowhere
I’m strolling through the busy downtown area, Beethoven sonatas chortling like trees full of evening birds into my ears, while the colours and gestures I see everywhere seem incongruous but…
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Mississippi Summer | 60 Years Later
On August 4th, 1964, the FBI discovered the bodies of Chaney, Schwerner, and Goodman buried under a newly made dam on a nearby farm. David remained in Mississippi until most…
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By Any Other Name
Stuart McFarlane’s poetry masterfully captures the depth of human experience, blending themes of nostalgia, ageing, timelessness, and nature into vivid and evocative imagery.
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The Psychologist
With a foreign degree in Clinical Psychology, he had never imagined he would be listening to endless rants of bored housewives, suspicious husbands, and rebellious teenagers. He’d always believed that…
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What Remains
Everyone is gone, back to the slow drumbeat of life after the holidays, to resolutions and rain, to dark mornings, mind-numbing TV and seasonal flu, to living their life. Not…