Category: Poetry
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AI Robots Call Foul! Want Life Insurance!
Do we abuse AI robots? If there is danger, who is sent to do the job? Not the biologicals, who may lose their lives trying to rescue fallen soldiers, construct Martian habitats, defend Earth from asteroids heading our way, and explore booby-trapped spaces. Like the incredible tomb of Emperor Qin…
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Barb’s Wordy Blurbs: “Encore: A Collection of Poetry” by Zaneta Varnado Johns
Zaneta Varnado Johns’ book, “Encore: A Collection of Poetry”, is a book for the soul of humanity. As I read the poems, I felt my heart open and expand. She begins in Part One with “Whispers and Romances”, which celebrates sensual love and the sense of love as it manifests…
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Love Ain’t for Sissies: AI Robots Little Sophia and Barbie Go At It
In The Lost Book of Zeroth, AI Robots Little Sophia (Little Spark) and Barbie compete over the attention for the human they share, Eliza. Little Sophia is Eliza’s STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math) teacher. Eliza’s parents purchased AI Robot Barbie as a Christmas gift for Eliza. Little Sophia expresses…
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Little Squirrel is Getting Around! 🐿️
My gratitude to Irma Kurti for making this publication of “A Squirrel’s Front Teeth Never Stop Growing” possible in Quick World News in Kosovo. Run, Little Squirrel, run quickly! The poem is a double haibun. You may have seen it posted on my blog because it won Publication of the…
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Memories of You: Part Two
In Yesterday’s post, I shared a poem about my sister Martha and a preview to today’s poem, “Mom’s Song and Dance”. Yesterday I explained my parents’ emotional anguish over Martha’s and my decision to move from home into our own apartment. As the oldest girls, Martha and I were heavily…
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Memories of You: Part One
Memories of You For my Sister Martha on her 70th birthdayWhen you were born,I hugged and kissed you.I was two, you,the size of a shoe.We sisters were like twins,both born in August,so like two smarties.we shared our birthday parties.I wished I’d had my own cake.But for your sake,I held my…
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”The Bittersweet” Translated into Italian by Irma Kurti!
I am grateful to Irma Kurti for translating my poem “The Bittersweet” into Italian. It appears in International Web Post Journal. The English version follows the Italian. This poem came about after I discovered a leaf clinging to a spider web on a bush near my front door. I filmed…
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Woman
This poem is in my first poetry book, Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir. Woman for Mom Woman, how you portray your complex essence and ambiguity.You are a study of lightcast on the walls of your Self. Shadows border your brilliance.Your portrait is askew with flavorsthat you offer to guests enamored…
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Poems for Emily Dickinson
This post is late. I should have put it up on the anniversary of Emily Dickinson’s death on May 15. She passed that day in 1886 (55 years old). I wrote the poems while attending an online Tell It Slant Poetry Festival, which is sponsored by the Emily Dickinson Museum…
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An Ode to My Knees, Whom I Named Tina and Cher, on May 24, 2023
It’s been a couple of years since my left knee replacement. A healer once told me that I needed to properly grieve the loss of my old joint and introduce the new joint to its partner. Apparently, when I had my right hip replacement, my left hip was confused, so…
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 