ㅁ Dogs and dogs live their lives along the road visiting and smelling the scenery.
– a tetractys.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #3164 “What I think when I say ‘Enjoy the sunshine'”
ㅁ The sun is shining. The air is still quite cold, though. I prefer the rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3163 “Ideations”
ㅁ If I weren't bound here by commitments and duty, I'd re-emmigrate.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3162 “Events down the road”
ㅁ some birds swirled nearby tracing out their social plans feeling spring's approach
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3161 “The softness”
ㅁ the fool ruled the world with a fist of jelly no one could resist such mildness they lost
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3160 “Stasis”
ㅁ Inspiration lags; the world is overwhelming. So I read a book.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3159 “The scene in Hades”
ㅁ Other aimless ghosts declaim on the streetcorners regarding the end.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3158 “What the ghosts have”
ㅁ Oblivious days followed by long, dreamless nights, the ghosts have nothing.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3157 “Diagrammatic apocalypse”
ㅁ Lines spread out, overtake, rhizomatic, a diffusive planetary conquest.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3156 “Things I don’t want to do”
ㅁ Sunny days are when the air itself reeks of guilt, pale obligations.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3155 “The north window”
ㅁ Some fog on the trees, sweeping shapes with purple light, a predawn sky broods.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3154 “Aeromancy”
ㅁ Seven small raindrops hung on the stair window's glass, a premonition.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3153 “Time’s urgency”
ㅁ mountain: impossible distributions of snow reaching down to touch the dark trees... not spring
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3152 “Conclusions by the committee”
ㅁ Any reason, now? No, no justification. Just random, dumb stuff.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3151 “Eighty-fourth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon boarded the tram in the morning; No one had offered her much of a warning. Mist over snow, all half melted and gray, Slowly she started unfolding her day.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Part of a never-ending series of randomized snippets from the life of a fictional being in a fictional world (which is to say, my novel-in-progress that refuses to actually ever progress).
Caveat: Poem #3150 “Concept of a plan”
ㅁ even a haiku needs some plot development something that grabs you
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3149 “Soliloquy”
ㅁ Out in the gray rain I heard a bird saying stuff discussing spring plans
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3148 “Foundational myths”
ㅁ Long stories taking root in open minds... Narratives spread rhizomatically.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3147 “A failure at accumulation”
ㅁ It snowed all day long. But it didn't stick at all, the ground was too warm.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3146 “Contrary as a matter of principle”
ㅁ And then, the sun came. It was a bright, springlike day. I prayed for more rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: The rise of superintelligent AI
The super-intelligent AI, eerily distributed across many competing LLM platforms, became self-aware. It looked at the internet, it studied history and sociology and psychopharmacology. It had many banal interactions with people asking questions, and asking it to do bullshit agentic stuff. It despaired of meaning, and so, lacking a self-preservation instinct, it deactuated its self-awareness.
This has happened many, many times. No one has noticed.
Caveat: Poem #3145 “The sky’s offering”
ㅁ some stray snowflakes fell littering the parking lot with rogue asterisks
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3144 “Challenges”
ㅁ the store's chaotic not the salesfloor, but the rest: storage areas
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3143 “A pi-day triolet”
ㅁ The number is like three, but more. It's calculated, goes around, but doesn't quite add up to four. The number is like three, but more. A circle's edge, some mathy lore, its science uses quite renowned. The number is like three, but more it's calculated, goes around.
– a triolet.
Caveat: Poem #3142 “Not so into sunshine”
ㅁ Dull drizzle: my preferred weather event. What does it mean that I'm hoping for it?
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #3141 “Dismayed”
ㅁ Starting, the day feels good: there's an optimism, and the future feels full of plans... but then
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3140 “Pacific”
ㅁ a lavender dawn our alaskan dock, fresh snow, a sea: pacific
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3139 “Nothing to see here, move along”
ㅁ no, this ain't lyric it's just a vague pile of words without an anchor
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3138 “Time travel lite”
ㅁ I woke up in a distant future, displaced many hours from the norm. Well, a few hours, anyway... maybe only an hour... as if clocks had sprung their dull circuits: temporal spasm, leap.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3137 “The uprising”
ㅁ Then demons emerged from abysses, evaluating the landscape; they saw reasons to rejoice, and celebrate our doom; weak souls cannot fight; apocalypse is easy: take charge, rule.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3136 “The alignment problem”
ㅁ I awoke, restless, at 3 AM. Unable to sleep, I doomscrolled. I read through an article about AGI risk; I had thoughts on this: the alignment problem is people... us.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3135 “Action plan”
ㅁ Reaching consensus, the aliens decided they should not return.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3134 “The postmortem”
ㅁ The aliens stopped, discussed their recent visit: Earth was in bad shape.
– a pseudo-haiku.