76 – Low Tide

Don’t strain yourself reading into this, I’ll just tell you – it’s a metaphor for anxiety. That’s what it is. I’m anxious and thinking about sea urchins and writhing clenching things in my belly. The tide goes out again, and leaves behinda pack of things that should by rights have shellsprefer to be protected by …

3 – Artificial Intelligence

This one took some kicking around. I’m struggling to allow myself to vary up the rhythm and stretch the pentameter. Tried a different rhyme scheme in the last sestet. I feel like it’s a little disjointed, the CDECDE scheme? But I might just be overreacting because it’s different. Always hard to see clearly right after …

How to (Not) Read the News

I’ve been trying to meditate in the morning, just for like ten minutes. Just a little bit of silence and stillness at one point in the day. It helps remind me that the madness I experience inside and out is not who I am or what the world is. Not entirely, not all the time. …