A very sensitive subject, especially recently, to be sure. But I’m just the average Joe so to speak. And I’ve been very curious about why there’s so much focus and debate on unauthorized immigrants and deportations. My brother helped explain to me why we need unauthorized immigrants and the good things they do, the way […]

… And all the people sayYou can’t wake up, this is not a dreamYou’re part of a machine, you are not a human beingWith your face all made up, living on a screenLow on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline … I think there’s a flaw in my code(Oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, oh)These voices won’t leave me alone […]

I gave ChatGPT the first line from the lyrics of a song I liked and told it to generate an image based on that line. Kind of impressive what it came up with. AI is wild. And yeah, I’m fine (generally), I’m sure we’ve all felt this way at some point in time. All good […]

DISCLAIMER: No dog(s) or any other animals were harmed in the making of this post In the wake of a conversation with an acquaintance, a complex and somewhat disturbing topic came to light—one that challenges our conventional views on grief, mortality, and emotional resilience. This acquaintance, who has recently been enveloped by the shadow of […]

Poems Version 1 In Denny’s soft light, she arrived,Post-prom night, in overalls styled,Laughing with friends, her spirit wild. He, from the tech lines just freed,In office clothes, not quite in need,But brother’s call, he’d heed. Amid coffee and midnight fries,He saw his future in her eyes,A spark beneath the neon skies. Months passed, then hearts […]

There’s a lyric in an Evanescence song “I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away” that has always caught my interest. That one simple statement… so I decided to try and expand on that with ChatGPT which I find can be very insightful which is interesting all on its own […]

Chapter 1: The Author and His Creation The room was unremarkable, a small corner office in a bustling city. Papers were strewn across the desk, stacked with coffee-stained manuscripts and notes scrawled in hasty handwriting. At its center sat Daniel Crowley, a man in his late forties, peering at the blinking cursor on his screen. […]

Version 1: I’m tired.Not the kind of tired sleep can fix,But the bone-deep wearinessOf carrying too muchFor too long. I’m tired of pretending.Plastering on smilesThat crack under the weightOf this silent storm,This invisible war. I’m tired of acting normal.Of laughter that feels hollow,Words that don’t quite fit,And moments I once lovedNow fading into grey. I’m […]