Inching upward, water
stealth, unbeknownst to herself she felt like a spiral up-whirling from her umbilical cord
stealth, unbeknownst to herself she felt like a spiral up-whirling from her umbilical cord
only the terminal monkeys in Lab 2 G were known to have tried to
The Moss and the Mind how will you find the lost cities of a
And you crept up so ominously quiet Spirit of the Times that we couldn’t even
and when the kind-hearted lab technician afflicted by disturbed dreams could no longer stand to
In turbulent, muddy times More than a compass You need an app To tell you
We’d better listen To our better angels As they urge us To quit suspending our
What if you looked up And there were no consoling Sky but a big tear
My two cents on the AI and writing debate… Advising AI against writing in
Time, the cocoon enveloping our lives Enmeshed in its horizon we fail To detect its