They fought mightily at the bottom of the bulkhead at the bottom of the stairsleading to the main deckThe small cruiser was anchored at the lip of a beautiful lagoon They each had a death’s gripon the mailbag that held the secret codethat unlocked the unyielding Power, from the deepest fissures This was the secret…
Month: July 2025
AI poem attempt
The prompt: Take this paragraph and turn it into a world class poem in the style of Roethke, Plath and that era of American poets: The prompt: Take this paragraph and turn it into a world class poem in the style of Roethke, Plath and that era of American poets: “An AI may never be…