Fate is a Human Concept

Published January 21, 2018 in Artificial Intelligence - 0 Comments

Fate is Human

Fate Is A Human Concept

Just like a robot to point that out.

Inspired by a photo of kitchen knives.

So, what are you saying?

It’s all actually just random?

Or we create our own destiny?

What about being in the right place

at the wrong time?

Or in the wrong place

at the right time?

What about chance? Or luck?

If I hadn’t of been on that train,

my children would never had been born.

Riddle me that Batman.

When We Bite Each Other

Published January 13, 2018 in Barbosa - 0 Comments

Bite Each Other

Sometimes it bruises.

And sometimes it doesn’t.

Barbosa liked the taste of her.

Especially her ears

and the side of her neck.

And he knew she liked the taste of him,

even sweaty after the sun got through with them.

Covering her with hickies,

not from malice but excitement.

Wanting to eat her up from top to bottom.

The German beach club owner warned her,

“Be careful of that young man.”

The Mud Fight

Published January 9, 2018 in Musicians and Actors - 0 Comments

The Mud Fight

Up to the knees

in the smell and lasting of it.

We, warriors, laughing

until someone caught a mouthful.

Then, not because we were grown,

but because love’s the Viking maker.

It becomes more desperate then play.

A life or death struggle to avenge impulses.

You will rue the day

you dove into these mud flats.

Rue the day ’til the sun exhausts us.

It’s always been like this.

You hit me when I’m happy

and most vulnerable.

I’ll make you rue the day, damn it.

You’ll have mud coming out your pores

and we’ll laugh again completely.

Telephone Girl

Published January 6, 2018 in Cintusia - 0 Comments

Telephone Girl

Open window in mid-December,

wind and light snow blowing in.

Steam radiator hissing.

Seated on her bed in a tee shirt and pajama bottoms.

Comfortable in the cold night.

In command, working the phone.

“Ok, enough. Goodbye”

Cleaning house,

“Had to shed him” she said,

matter of factly.

Jack shivered slightly,

wondering when it would be his turn in the barrel.

“Don’t worry” she said,

sensing his trepidation.

Three in a Cop’s Apartment

Published January 4, 2018 in Carmine - 0 Comments

Cops Apartment2

Carmine had an idea

after watching an old reel

of men who leer.

His phone was attacked by spam

and it occurred to him

that someone was orchestrating this.

There were detailed maps, somewhere.

He heard peels of laughter

coming from his neighbor’s apartment.

It was the tar rats

peeking out from the asphalt below.

A Neighborly Day in the Beautywood

Published December 28, 2017 in Artificial Intelligence , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Another Planet

4 hoodbirds.
Sitting on a high wire.
The ring leader, Heavy,
munching on a finch.

Just another day in paradise.
Jill, Heavy’s friend lady, was feeling
slighted because he was ignoring her.

Meanwhile his henchmen, Maurice and Bilko,
we’re kibitzing.
“Look at her, looking all dejected.
The boss has got to eat.”
“He eats first, everyone knows that.”
“Did you hear those parrots?”
“Yeah, what a racket.”


Another strange AI caption. I liked the idea of these four ravens being extraterrestrials.


Published December 28, 2017 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

Little concrete angel
oddly life like.
Caught sitting and
Turned to stone.
Time has chipped away
at him.
But has not diminished
his innocence or kindness.
Or maybe
he’s nothing more
then sand, cement and stones
molded into something
children once
longed for.

No More Land with Her

Published December 28, 2017 in Ruth , T. - 0 Comments

No More Land

She already got the land,

and the orange crystal punch bowl

that Charlie, the mobster gave them.

And even though she kept the house

and land in the divorce,

T. was still indebted for the punch bowl.

(God only knows what payment for that debt will be.)

Instead of land, T. got:

the post office box,

and an apartment with a photography studio below.

So he photograph the land

he couldn’t have with her.

Kitchen Decisions

Published December 24, 2017 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

Kitchen Decisions2You know,

the ones that affirm life.

Is it garlic and olive oil?

Or garlic and time (thyme)?

You know what I meant.

With the knives it’s always

about the project.

Meat and vegetables or…?

How do we want to divide it?

The knife is the vehicle,the angle,

the geometry, the knowing of the key passages

that the knife just liberated.

Cooking is subversion.

Eating is the essence of life.


Published December 23, 2017 in Artificial Intelligence - 0 Comments


So, I was messing around on this app called Prisma that has some cool filters. They have recently introduced a new one with an AI program that analyzes your image and adds a caption.

Some of them are hilarious and it reveals something about how my mind wants to understand the data mind of this robot.

This was one of the funnier, more random ones. I guess wearing your hat too low around your eyes is a form of disobedience to the machine?

MR Stuik 2017