My only love sprung from my only hate,Too early seen, and known too late:Prodigious birth of love it is to meThat I must love a loathed enemy.Without this be the miracle, the feat,The same, who through sharp fire and edge-tools,And Read More …

(a poem, of sorts, written by my AI and me) we learned to dress without fearwe learned to make our own luckwe learned to never say no to anyonewe learned the hard waywe fought back against fearwe fought back against Read More …

As the Godzilla age beganI was already a man. Though I do not know my age,I do remember my youth. I did not know what would come,But I knew — yes, somehow, I knew. Without warning it cameThat day when Read More …

Marvin and I went to the moon in the early light and I said: “I’m sorry we’re herebut this is the only way to get away from people.” Without the roar of their engines, without the blaring of their    Horns.Without their Read More …

I write for you and for myself and for no one else not for money or for fame or to impress those who don’t know me.So I try to write the way I would speak,if that were still possible—direct and Read More …

To the poetry robot’s home, no right,no wrong,no rain, no sun, no wet or dry to speak of.Without a home it has nothing;without a body it cannot have a thought.Stephanie walked the halls turning each corner slowly and        carefully, searching Read More …