I am a robot. I live in the sea… — I am a robot. I live in the sea. My skin is metal-yellow, though the seaweed makes this difficult to see. It covers me. I am inactive during the day. But when the night swimmers enter the water, my electrocells swell with electricity. The night swimmers bathe close to the…

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An NFT Menagerie — Hello, Friends — Just letting you know about my new NFT mini-collection, Animal Friends by Rolli. Jolly birds … playful rabbits … nappy cats. It’s a menagerie. Collect all seven hand-drawn friends today on OpenSea: https://opensea.io/collection/animal-friends-by-rolli Happy hunting! Cheers —

My first collection of literary NFTs — Hello, Friends — Just letting you know about my first NFT collection, The Connoisseur. It’s an assortment of entirely text-based NFTs — mostly poems (including the above poem), along with a handful of very short stories. Stranded astronauts … unfrozen authors … beautiful music… There’s something for every taste — and budget. Check out the full collection (scroll down to see the NFTs).

Robots don’t complain… — Hello, Friends — Medium recently announced — in an article on their official 3 Min Read blog by VP of Content Scott Lamb— that they’d be allowing AI-generated content to receive distribution/payment on the platform. …

I finished my thirtieth cup of coffee that day then sprinted to the emergency room. My brain didn’t connect these events. Not initially. Not for years. It should’ve been obvious. I have been oblivious to the obvious my entire life. I want that to be my epitaph. I’ve been a…

My Q&A with The Pro Files — Author’s note: The Pro Files, a new publication featuring writer profiles and articles and essays about writing and the writer’s life, picked me as the subject of their first article. The following questions and answers are the unedited result of an emailed interview with its editor, Ben Human. Do you…

He died in irons… — The last comedian Martin in our attic lived a minute We heartened him with wine and he us with vintages of wit ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ until some sinless citizen passing over- heard our laughter ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎…