A poem arrives on thin, pale paper, bound to a withered branch. It speaks softly of the exhaustion of too much care, the heavy burden of words. One should read it, let the sleeve fall, and simply watch the rain. Instead, the receiver, bursting with earnest helpfulness, immediately grinds fresh, thick ink to explain to … Continue reading Pillow Book: A.I. Reads the Message in a Branch
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Tide & Upwelling: A Diptych
I. Tide Sleeping, breath rolls in waves,surf on the shore of dreams.Moon hauls the dreamer's water, phase by phase;kelp-dark thought uncoils, opens like a palm. Thought-flotsam the shore collects,wrack from teeming verdant life.The dreamer buries treasure;the woken mind finds a chest—jinni, genius, jest—Ozymandias trailing his measure across wet sand. Slowly, tide erases all it gave,back … Continue reading Tide & Upwelling: A Diptych
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