this time or that other time. I stand humbled by algorithm and the need to express myself. I am as weak as any other one of us. The designers of social media programs have done their homework and we are vulnerable. Being the human being that we are often challenged to be is not anContinue reading “I did not mean it”
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I Mean It This Time
I just deactivated Facebook. I mean it this time, I mean it this time…I mean it. The powers that are, keep pushing AI upon us. Now, that unworkable technology is going to upend our world in rapid ways that we will not be able to defend against. Quit these people, everyone. Take the money awayContinue reading “I Mean It This Time”
A Bad Dog, Barking
We are, I am so full of electronic living. A Violet glow of flimsy shadow slides me down deeper into button-tufted marshmallow – the faux-leather quicksand where thousands have already died. Oh! the high fidelity screams! Oh! the colour-balanced terrors, all fifty-five inches of them interlaced! The worst of everything smears our face. Like LittleContinue reading “A Bad Dog, Barking”
On ‘Daylight’ Time
April 17, 2024 On ‘Daylight’ Time I type and one word catches another’s tail as the other passes quickly,underway to Wordsend.Wordsend stands as a high cliff above,watching the place that is no place,found in every place…staring blunt into that place where all is bound.That end place is one which words may not describe.It is aContinue reading “On ‘Daylight’ Time”
Elizabeth and the Witness
Elizabeth and The Witness A tentative, “Hello?”she heard.Elizabeth looked up slowat first repeat of the same word. Knitting to pattern andeager for five minutes break,she rose with the help of one hand,while another massaged a back-ache. Above her head, she could discernthat through the transom came a glowof something interesting to learn,about which, she justContinue reading “Elizabeth and the Witness”
Enough to Deal With
We have enough to deal withdon’t we?cruel rain and cloud and knife andbullet,priest and politician.Somewhat the same istrue for wolf and bear,alwayshungry and thirsty andwalking somewhere. Fine castles built,long summer’s gathering,a saviour ark,these may give the driest tinder heartjust a moment’sflint-struckspark.We have enough to deal with,don’t we?
What Chapter Are You Reading?
Deft fingers, light puffs of breezelift familiar pagestoward a sun’s benign interrogationwhen readers,for one moment,abandon the book,turn away to fill that cupat another faucetspout. Forever, curious eyesfind the story,someplace forward, perhapsback, it is dependenton luck or God. Meanwhile,excited light bombardstoday, dusting our shroudwith a blue under which,visible movements of leafand worm are lies,teasing that timeContinue reading “What Chapter Are You Reading?”
The Smallish Artist
December 10 2023 Someday, I will truly understand where I belong, what I should and shouldn’t say in public and whose opinions and actions I should pay attention to. In the meantime, I just say what I like and hope I have good sense. I do care what the world thinks. Perhaps too much. IContinue reading “The Smallish Artist”
Poor Eyesight and the Heart’s Desire
Poor Eyesight and the Heart’s Desire There was a timeI dear remember,when fresh and newwere printed boldupon my private menubut I am older, nowand more mature. I learnedthere is great spoilage risk,after a long dayin the sun or two andtime,a maggot creature,chews away,as they best do,until the darkest eyelashcomes undone, itsglueproved not true. Throughmeasured, ground,high-polishedContinue reading “Poor Eyesight and the Heart’s Desire”
A Dead Spider
These lines speak of a man whowrote poems in his head all day long.For this fellow, it was ‘twenty four seven’. The poems were observations,points of view,not necessarily uniqueor new,but constant. On one occasion,a very large spider died andhung from its web forseveral days.The season of year was fall,one window was open yetand the invitingContinue reading “A Dead Spider”
Robert On The Air 