Memories

For research, it beats Google hands down. — We have been using AI for years. We just called it “an algorithm” I have just read an excellent article because it focuses on the fact that we have been using AI for years, without focussing on the facts of the algorithms which perform the work are indeed AI. In Google search, over the years, I have delved down ten and twelve pages…

Poetry — The loose-stringed bass The surfing guitar The wind-up monkey drums all remind me of who I am Large and enraged Huge Bashing my lips together like cymbals Words racing out of my mouth Crashing into everyone Drunk on pain Shivering Hands curled into fists save one pointing finger Take a good long look at…

Poetry — Take me through it and tell them you held my hand The trees sough and the ground breathes musky life I put it on my tongue because I want to know And little worms slide in like sugar I slip, sigh, slide through electric wet memories Generational mamas telling me Shh, child Shh, don’t touch My path is through old trees and I taste their fruit…

I took one for the team, guys — Well, someone had to do it. Though, I didn’t do it voluntarily. That’s right. It was an accident. Some might call it a tragedy. I call it traumatic. It happened at my summer camp. I was around 6 years old. We all took a harmless trip to the ice skating…

Don’t be too chicken to capture fabulous foodie moments — You’ve heard, I’m sure, about those of the digital generation who like to capture every single scintilla of life. Largely known in the trade as “influencers,” they’re the ones front-and-center on the beach; in the club; along a well-traveled road, taking selfies with the flora and fauna. My daughter, in…