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”
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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”
Inner Child
(Have no idea what an inner child is? Check out this helpful page on subconscious psychology) Every day, you were someone different. The first day of fourth grade, the last day of high school, in the zoo, or wandering the woods. I hold you, or I try to, this fractaling puzzle in my heart ofContinue reading “Inner Child”
falling
Spy the window–dusk, still raining. Not cats and dogs, but gold leaves streaming. *** Happy November/autumn! If you enjoyed this poem, I would appreciate a pizza:)
Jordyn Saelor 