Monthly Archives: November 2022

Video Games

Do I take this for a sign of the breakdown of society? Or evidence for the inner voice asking if I’m fully human? I play video games but only multiplayer ones because I always pick the support character (the healer, the one making everyone else better, but who’s less-than-great at standing on their own)– itContinue reading “Video Games”

Another AI Generated Blurb/Happy Thanksgiving

Douse the house with a dosing hose do a do-si-do huck a hohoho The rustling in the neighbors’ closets Is a bit of everything And then they say, yeah, that tastes good, so…what do we do? Our brains are really good at hiding these kinds of cognitive biases. As Charlie tells his story, being aContinue reading “Another AI Generated Blurb/Happy Thanksgiving”

Bury a Berry (nonsense dreams)

bury a berry in the blurry blue barrens, let it blossom tonight. In your sleep, grow Roanoke the lost colony grow rowan, oak to shroud it in mystery grow an old oak to remember go row a boat to escape december chasing happily ever after a tirade of tears and laughter. – bury a blueberryContinue reading “Bury a Berry (nonsense dreams)”

A group of tortoises/a creep

Don’t judge me for my presence don’t rate me on appearance– I may be a turtle in a creep of tortoises, I may be an urchin in a sea of submarines, but the murder of crows can’t catch this quick black raven and the chameleon’s camp can’t make me camouflage and the clowder of catsContinue reading “A group of tortoises/a creep”

Shiver, wither winds, shiver

Shiver in the bitter winds, doing your best brittle bends. Make ice chimes of biting shins turning nerves to needle-pins. Speed through stretches then jettison to the fire’s heat within– ask yourself, is this the end, should you let the winter win? Hot yoga in the snow, Jack Frost has bit until you quit IsContinue reading “Shiver, wither winds, shiver”

Somelodies (or, 3 Haikus)

Three–drown crying minds. Seek screaming, famed raves, but crave Lonely melody. Two–externalize. Carve howls into an ice wind, freeze winter and sweat. One–on tongues, snow flies. Tell silent, nameless graves: burn, wreath your peace in ash. *** Enjoy this poem? Consider buying me a pizza

Blur these Edges

Survival in the prison of my body: this bed my altar, sleep my sacrifice, eyes aching one of three ways, but if we’re being honest the third is just an intersection of the other two, tears plus sleeplessness featuring dull ache, day twenty three. — Survival in the prison of my body: a mind goesContinue reading “Blur these Edges”

Murder Charades

I am a gentle creature. In truth I squirm at blood, real bones, I will help a dragonfly on the sidewalk out of the path of danger. But we might be in a violent mood today, Violent like comic sans’ chaos. Violent like antonyms, perfect rhymes. Come die at the curse of a mage, GoContinue reading “Murder Charades”

I wrote the first 2 lines, an AI wrote the rest

Can I ask you a question how’d you like your insurrection? (Intro) The table is empty. The chairs are empty. The air conditioner is off. No one was in the room during the test, of course. The only thing that had changed was the angle. We started with an uninspiring skybox. An uninspiring box. ThatContinue reading “I wrote the first 2 lines, an AI wrote the rest”