May I let the LLM write
My poetry for me. Is that
Ethical. Is that right? Is
It fair? It'll pick my words
For me or edit them. Pick
'em outta the air, or twist
'em and turn them to fit a
Narrative that isn't my own
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Snow days
It hugs the bark, held in a
Mutual embrace, holding
On against all odds, in the
Warmth of melting snow
It drips off balconies, yet
It blankets the rough pane,
Covers the edgy spaces on
This otherwise independent
Tree, in surprising symbiosis
Between snow and tree, the
Trunk stands bearded with
A dash of cushy white, will
The snow hold last another
Day?
Burt’s dad David
1. So often it is the small things,
The little acts or habits a son recalls,
Fondly remembering gestures,
The tilt of the head, or the scrape
Of a spoon on a breakfast plate,
Those were endearing, dear man,
Minute but specific memories of A father beloved and lost,
Watched over with affection, While he cleaned […]
Burt’s dad David
My mother-in-law, Frieda
She waits wearing her jacket with the fur collar,
Perfectly still, perfectly made up, her handbag on her lap,
If she is anxious it doesn’t show
She is as still as a statue, her snow white hair neat and combed
Her legs close together, her skirt pulled down,
Her gloves held loosely, rest on her […]
My mother-in-law, Frieda
Tamara, really 