You know there is always that one friend that has a ripping yarn to tell. Their stories are tantalizing, funny, fascinating, even cringeworthy. You always love that friend. That's the one you don't mind sitting back and just listening as their story once more unfolds. I have a friend just like that. Today it was the … Continue reading What makes a ripping yarn?
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The Smiling Assassin
You play the fiddle and I listen to your tune unquestioningly. Am I seeing the writing on the wall right or through a twisted kaleidoscope of insurrection? You friendly voice stabs my sternum and makes me feel sick like too much candy on a warm day. I'm clutching straws and watching them break and fall like spaghetti leaning … Continue reading The Smiling Assassin
Who will write our future? The world of AI
REVIEW I heard it’s voice back and forth, back and forth. I shut the door and hide in my room waiting until it’s safe. Yes safe. It gets under your feet all the time like there's no tomorrow. But the carpet is vacuumed. Vacuumed by a bot. Robots as part of your everyday were the … Continue reading Who will write our future? The world of AI
Misunderstood
Texted misunderstandings swallow my mind with their essay. Confusing me with numbers. Tainting the voice of reason where few voices speak. You chase the dollar of my health. You sing of genuine but my tears trickle from the loneliness of sincerity. Where is honour. Where is truth. I don’t like it when people don’t call … Continue reading Misunderstood
Direct Poetic Mindfulness
"Dwell in my heart rusted soldier of my own decay. Let not the bubbling of my bored abandon thrive on your morsel stew." I put two sentences into a direct frame, poetic frame, and a mindfulness frame. It was quite interesting to attempt the different voices. DIRECT I'm bored. Sun's out. Don't feel like doing … Continue reading Direct Poetic Mindfulness
Wisdom of Your Ways
You look the same without your smile kindred spirit. You shine. Heart kind and gentle. Your cherished soul flows true and brightens my horizon with its soft glow. A road long traversed. The broken dreams of yesteryear land softly by your side. Time has soothed the sting of missed opportunities. You have seen the length … Continue reading Wisdom of Your Ways
Writing as Sanctuary
Sanctuary startled me. The rapid movement of aqua blue on crystal white. The movement of the city far removed. Talking echoes as a dog barks and the sound of cicadas stamp their step. You peer through the glare of noise like a Christmas tree where presents grace the floor. I don't understand the words that … Continue reading Writing as Sanctuary
Dezzies Place 