Welcome

Drama

• Flat, Dry, and Empty
  Wonder if I’m going to make it to Albuquerque.
• The Rapture
  I left the Family for the first time in a year, after the Ascension of Samuel. God sent a virus, said Samuel, to punish the Wicked. But the Wicked turned the virus against the Good.

Poetry

• Haiku
  I asked Claude 3 Sonnet, an AI assistant from Anthropic, to collaborate with me on some Haiku. M. E.
• AI Poetry
  In fields that spread throughout the void of space, The tiniest particles do dance and race.
• distance
  I don’t recall if I slept in the upper bunk
• Unwished Desire
  A writer should write every day. Awaken his Night Terrors, regrets, daydreams, pride. Haunting half-memories, fading. I have none. I do, but I fear them.
• Monostich Poetry
  I thought the Beat Generation invented the monostich as some sort of gimmick. They did not.
• wake
  But a ghost now stands behind me.
• An Actor Dead
  Something I wrote half a century ago, best I can recall it.
• Time
  Time, Will teach me all she knows.
• Simple
  Don’t recall when I wrote this. Must have been going through something.

Essays

• AI Poetry
  In fields that spread throughout the void of space, The tiniest particles do dance and race.
• Mid-October Rain
  By 3:00 AM, both of our rain flies failed, our hammocks were filling with water, our sleeping bags were soaked.
• Dream Life
  I woke on the train. I was in a hammock, on a ridge, on the Appalachian Trail. It had to be an hour before daybreak.
• Path
  As I approached the second anniversary of my retirement from a lifetime of employment, I finally started feeling that existential angst that comes with not going to work each morning.
• Stacks
  Is there anything of which one can say, “Look! This is something new”? 一 Solomon, “Ecclesiastes 1:10” The stacking of coffee cups seems to be a specialty of mine; not that it serves any worthwhile purpose.