Leaves gather like un-
sold goods. Need help, asks the rake.
Just browsing, I say.
Black Friday: A Haiku
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Mother’s Day
I didn’t get you roses from Ecuador, nor one of those cards you grab, in a rush, at the checkout line...
On the Ordinary Pitfalls of AI
For all the talk of Artificial Intelligence one day becoming super-intelligent and ending humanity, a more ordinary--and more pernicious--dynamic is very much here.
The Rooftops of Kyiv
On the rooftops of Kyiv we master the circle dance, the feel of wood that can still support our weight.