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Do you remember life before the internet? That’s what it was. While the internet created the illusion of global village, before its existence we went out every searching for our tribe. We appreciated one another more and paid attention. Perhaps we didn’t appreciate the manual stuff back then, but with the advent of AI I’d bet a lot of early millennials and older wouldn’t mind turning back the…

Hi, this is me thinking out loud and I think that everyone has a chance at choice. Sometimes it’s a one-way street, but then again, sometimes we get a do-over. It seems impossible, yes, but somehow the miracle just does it for us. But then again, some do-overs are even more regrettable than the original action. In this life, you can only get it right once. That’s what I think. And even where…

“Failure is tantamount to death” Such poor sense of reality A beautiful nonsense to imagine: to fall is to end But as failing is to falling So is falling to standing why choose to sit in the muck? to what end, I ask? Only cowards eat the sand beneath them. Do not misunderstand me I am not insensitive. I too have eaten the dust beneath me It is a bitter experience but a better chance…

There’s something I haven’t done in a while — just speaking straight from the heart.Usually, I’d write it all down, but lately, I haven’t had the strength for that. Still, this question has been sitting heavy on my mind, and I don’t want to hold it in any longer. I don’t want to grow cynical about my faith. So here I am, just putting it out there — hoping that maybe someone will understand what…

My skin, your play ground Your kiss- a sting that I itch O Such fowl romance!

Tides of life rise,with aim to consume. Stay afloat by ceaseless sculling—and count self lucky—from one day to the next. Tides rise wildlyin the face of a leadership monopoly,dark skies hanging over,illuminated by bureaucratic lightningand claps of thunder—their storm making violent the tide. Swimming blindly,no reset button in sight,no cure to the malady—of corrupt statesmen—with a Get Out of…

Daily writing promptWhat strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?View all responses Works all the time! 🙂

Even the wild cannot escapethe controversy of complexion. “Genetic mutation”—basis for darkness marinated in feline fur. Empirical reasoning—”melanism,”yet beauty, demeaned by idealism. Still, this knight—of the darkest nights,of majestic, melanated hue, boasts its shifting shades—blackish-brown, grey, and blue. On dverse Poet pub its all about Complaint, a poem of lament. However I have…

How You Kept p with Me This Long! Stubborn and restless, yet held close to your chest—the prodigal, rebelling against your cause. Fighting the tide, divine plans set aside,trading my crown, seeking the world.I drink in the lie,toil and compromise—princess turned pauper. Are the detours by my hand,or do I blame the whispering liar?Drowning in noise and distraction,disappointment and shame—just…

Although the following message was sent to me as a video (MP4), I felt that we should share the audio version as a way to focus on its essence. In the recording below, ChatGPT is asked how, if he were the devil, he would keep man from God. The response is mind-blowing. Here is also a screenshot of another query using the same Generative AI tool. You will agree with me that these responses are…

The Window Washer Who can judge? Covetous deviant!Or what other nature-takes on such a task? Peering through open “frames”,imagination—the superpower—a transportation to alternate parlors,for momentary encounters of what is not. Still daydreaming,yet hand in rotatory motion,cleaning. Covetous deviant? No!For every day’s daydream,the sacrifice—the more. The higher the climb—come what may the…

Daily writing promptAre you superstitious?View all responses Where I come from, there is a belief that if you want to see a ghost, you need only go to a marketplace in the dead of night—bend over and look between your legs, and voilà! You will be visually transported to the realm of wandering souls in the marketplace. This action supposedly even reveals those in the market who are actually of…

outside seeking self yet fazed by gossiping breeze her voice playing within the leaves and trees lulling me to sleep perhaps I will find “self” where her story takes me…

Away sounds of distant thunder sparks prayer for cool weather for a moment humidity flees  silence is broken by rustling trees  sounds of night competing as distant thunder abates the heat coming dawn gazes upon the scene coming unforgiving Sun- not caring a hoot…     Sitting in my chair, the crack of distant thunder inspired this piece. I hope it does justice to this week’s Quadrille prompt on…

Daily writing promptWhich animal would you compare yourself to and why?View all responses “Just kidding! I bear no resemblance to the walrus—just thought I’d entertain you while you’re here. 🙂 I, for one, see myself more as an elephant, and for good reason: An elephant never forgets! Funny as it may sound, my love for elephants began in my teens. I had watched Disney’s Jungle Book countless…