(Sketch Poem): In Bardo with Beckett Eating Celery Sticks
cruunNNCHH beckons the thicket of //
Green stalk fibers.
Category: Spoken Word
Any post with a spoken-word transcription.
How I Was Replaced by AI
I made the news today //
It all happened at once: //
Someone peering down at their //phone, alarmed as, //
All of a sudden, in a great reflex of //passion, //
I boldly declared, "fire, FIRE! Flee to the // nearest foxhole, now!"
Experimental Essay: Creative Blocks Are Meant for Playing with
Creative BLOCKS Are Meant for Playing with: I’m unsure what to write about. All I know is the title. Come to think of it, I can’t even imagine what I would write about. Instead, I find myself writing rewriting expressions of frustration at not knowing what to write about…this so-called “creative block.” I’ll admit, I’m…
(Poem) Labor Day: Thank Your Local Fire Hydrant
Hey, it’s Labor Day! The day we dance So that we can dance With no hard work With no off-timed Time-offs No pied piper to pay No I would rather consume A windsill pie A breeze that wipes my forehead In the remaining heat Dropping promises Of autumn juices So sweet Swapping the bitter times…