Digitally Curious ... AI and Poetry <Insert robot sounds here> I made a cool friend while training to be a Certified Listener Poet in 2025 (Shout out, Cohort 10!). She's a poet and studies digital humanities -- Artificial Intelligence (AI), Augmented Reality (AR), machine learning, and the intersection of technology and creativity. We started a splinter writing group that meets weekly. to talk and write poetry for 60 minutes. It's like a nice glass of wine at the end of the

"Find Folks Who Will ... Hear You Cry." This was an amazing podcast about professionalizing compassion, the human side of medicine, and what good friends will do for you when you're freaking out. Here's my blog about it for The Good Listening Project . BTW: TGLP is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit dedicated to humanizing healthcare through the healing power of poetry and compassionate presence. TGLP and its Certified Listener Poets (CLPs) -- a legion 100 strong now -- help humans by usi

A poem came from this photo of a holy man standing off to the side by himself. He looked out of place yet beyond the world at the same time. Here's the photo. And here's the poem .

Happy Cinco De Mayo peeps! Just found out NHPR published online a piece I submitted call "Enough." It was part of their awesome program It's Poetry Month at NHPR: Share your poems with us. The theme of the week was "Mistake & Solutions." Am also surprised that State Poet Laureate Alexandria Peary read it with NHPR "All Things Considered" host Peter Biello on air. What a gift. You can find it here . Once you get to the page, look for the recording box. Scroll down that page

There's this cool cat named Nick Cage, He's in a new film it's all the rage. He stars as himself, But not really himself. You'll laugh so...

If you tell them anything, tell them we laughed all the time went on adventures loved doing nothing with each other were ok with fighting...

Sometimes you gotta roll with it give up show your belly put what you want to do to the side up on the shelf And take that other thing...

(I had a dry spell but thanks to a friend, am coming back). I go to poetry readings to find, to steal, seedlings for my own plantings....

Dude WTF What? Go read an audible book, you have like 37 unread. And so many photos of dogs... like why live in the past? Also less FB...

I wake from a dream that sprays out of my face and onto the walls, sails out my eyes and nose, pools on the pillow. Through blood, teeth,...

Intellectuals (inquisitive imposters) imprint illustrations (illusions) implying intelligence. Itchy, inconclusive ideas instantly invite...

"Nobody understood his art. He painted anyway." - Myles Burr No one understood her words. She wrote anyway. No one heard her voice. She...

Left to my own devices, I race to movies. Motoring into and around secret loves, longings, and tragedies. Secrets taken to graves. This heroine lost her men and can't write her superb novel until they're in the ground. In the end, she notes how it was all impossible and wonderful at the same time. Movies remind me if I didn't think it was impossible it could be wonderful.

I miss Coffee and cigarettes Rolling Rocks with Uncle Ross Driving fast in my Saab 93 and BMW 330xi Singing the blues even though I was...

You were a little boy In the Baby Björn We brought you to pick apples So long ago You are a defiant creature You are strong...

What beasts bled dark brown gelatin under crisper drawers? Who placed yellow flaky bits on the shelf slats? What creature pissed oil in...

She moors me to the world. Cut the line. I slide out into an unforgiving Atlantic, towards the Devil's Bridge.

Trigger Warning for Arachnophobes According to earthkind.com, a bathroom has lots of things spiders love: water, food, and shelter....

An ekphrastic poem is a vivid description of a scene or a work of art. This painting "Remember Me" (by Artist Aurore Dinwoodie), inspired...

April 2 - What My Hand Holds Once I filled my hand with sunshine. Then I opened it, and love flew away. I then filled it with anger and...