AI Poetry
In fields that spread throughout the void of space,
The tiniest particles do dance and race.
Essay
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.