I speak; therefore I am a poet.
It should be possible to speak to a computer
and have it do what you say; the computer has
the processing power to interpret speech and
express it as text. Keyboards are so model T.
The death of the keyboard will allow the speaker
to use words naturally, while the computer
places them on the page. A word of warning:
I suggest you keep any murderous intent
toward your keyboard to yourself, Continue reading
edges of sleep
Time staggers between day and night,
a mosaic of the now and used to be
laid out with a fury that suggests
the artist is angry. Oh, to sleep:
and there to discover the order of dreams
in a field of wildflowers presided over
by infants and amoebas. Continue reading →