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Ever since I was a young lad, my only goal in life was to be a member of The Elementals. Instead, I ended up more of a stage prop for a garage band. I have the antics of St. Patrick’s Day to blame. Or perchance it is the ancient curse passed down from my arrogant ancestor Rumpelstiltskin.Stephanie J. BradberryPublished 4 days ago in Fiction
Paddy's Morning After
Young Paddy was found all bent over, With his face as green as the clover. It wasn't fer fun And he weren't havin' none.Dana CrandellPublished 6 days ago in Poets
- First Place in Time Capsule Haiku Challenge
The golden dewdrop mirrors sunlight. Soon to be evaporated.PK ColleranPublished about a month ago in Poets
- Second Place in Time Capsule Haiku Challenge
Talking in the park
Here you are, my friend Take a seat upon this bench Tell me how it ends.Luke FosterPublished about a month ago in Poets
Time Capsule Haiku Challenge Winners
We've been asking ourselves lately why we keep doing these haiku Challenges because, frankly, they are very difficult to judge!Vocal Curation TeamPublished 5 days ago in Resources
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own,” I whispered to Edward later that dusky early midnight hour. The mirror always felt like a tool that could help me. It could show me what I wanted. I could be the man I needed to be. That I was meant to be.Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 6 days ago in Fiction
UFOs and OCR: How can AI refine and digest vintage content?
How can ChatGPT clean up and riff off of a PDF with Optical Character Recognition (OCR)? OCR makes textual content within scans of archival documents accessible, but with the discoloration and complicated fonts often found with these materials OCR is not always accurate. How can ChatGPT streamline the process of accesing retro articles?
Anything New in Here?
Can somebody please explain Why when we see what the fridge contains We close it and sigh Wait a minute or five Then open it up again?Loryne AndaweyPublished 8 days ago in Poets
The Lost Fawn
The little, lost fawn opened her eyes and took in the sight of the tall, long grass. As it swayed in the African breeze, the last rays of the sunset beamed across the savannah and wrapped the small of her back in a warm, motherly hug.
Your nomenclature is lame
Right there in the medical compendium Says old docs called a pussy “pudendum” But why choose a name Whose root-word is “shame,”Morgana MillerPublished 8 days ago in Poets
How to Curate the Perfect Binge List
Whether you’re chronically ill, a dedicated TV-watcher, or just looking for entertainment, it can be overwhelming to try to find something to watch with the millions of options out there.Ashley TrippPublished 6 days ago in Geeks
The Bear Witness of Climate Change
The congressional environmental committee had been engaged in deep debate over climate change; the democrats were determined to lower America’s dependency on fossil fuels, while the republicans insisted on their Trumpian position to protect the use of coal and oil. Suddenly the lockdown alarms blared wildly throughout the building. The senators waited patiently for an announcement through the PA system on what the possible threat is, but the intercom produced static in response. The committee fell into a wordless atmosphere with fear replacing the heat of the debate. No one dared to speak.Iris Harris
Angela Bassett Is Allowed To Be Upset
I stream everything I watch these days, so I didn’t watch the Academy Awards, but I read the live updates posted on The Hollywood Reporter’s website. When I read that Angela Bassett lost the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress last night, I headed over to my favorite town crier app, Twitter, to see what was being said about it. Black Twitter was up in arms, as well they should be, but I also saw some questionable tweets from White people regarding Ms. Bassett’s reaction when her name was not called as the winner of the award. Some of the tweets I saw were saying her reaction to not winning was classless, that she is an entitled Black actress who was upset at not winning an award because she is Black, that she should have smiled and applauded the woman who won.Chere Roshawn HamptonPublished 7 days ago in Humans
Write Here, Write Now: Bull by Jacqueline Garrahan
There’s fear of the unknown - darkness, monsters, and the like - but sometimes the most terrifying are the things - and people - we think we know best. Jacqueline Garrahan’s “Bull” is a masterful look into the frigid, the cruel, and the disturbing, deep in the dead of a Maine night.Write Here, Write Now: A Vocal PodcastPublished 6 days ago in Resources
for the day is long
Fish don’t understand the concept of small talk. You’d think they’d be better at it, especially the ones who spend most of their days in bowls or tanks or whatever zoological imprisonment looks best in a teenager’s bedroom. That whole “goldfish have a five second memory span” myth really screwed them over when it came to living arrangements. You’d think they’d be more bitter. Or bored.
Contextualizing "Sexual Honesty" by Shere Hite
How can ChatGPT contextualize historic publications? It can be helpful to begin to understand the historical placement of a text, going beyond a summary, however the lack of sources present a drawback. Would you use an AI tool to do background research?
The Plights of the Agriculture Integrity Department
Bluebell trots between two waves of travelers who roll like caterpillars toward customs check. Our vests are green with black, but she wears a blue one, with Agriculture Integrity Dept stitched in gold. I grab her by the collar. Bluebell is petite, with short hair colored in tranquil shades of chocolat noir and cafe latte, but now she pulls with the force of a small tractor at harvest time. It’s noon, and I haven’t fed her yet. Who’s better at sniffing artisan blood sausage than a trained beagle? A hungry trained beagle.
Center Stage with Dean F. Hardy
Hello again! I'm back with another amazing chat-session interview with creator, Dean F. Hardy. If you're new to the series, I'll quickly get you up to speed on the vision.Heather HublerPublished 8 days ago in Interview
Book Review: Spare by Prince Harry
As a child of the 90s, I remember watching the devastating news reports of Princess Diana's death. I remember the sparkling hype of her charity works. As a little girl who dreamed of princesses and crowns, I adored her. Never in my wildest nightmares would I have suspected that her beautiful life was in fact so sad and so lonely.Little AlicePublished 7 days ago in Humans
Balthazar At The End Of The Night
The city of Ananias was bathed in the lilac of a coming dawn, casting the stone buildings in an ethereal glow. Balthazar padded slowly along the cobbled road with Imma beside him. It was only a few more streets until the two tigers would reach the barracks and be able to pass on their duties to the next set of guards. Balthazar was more than ready for rest.Susanna KiernanPublished 8 days ago in Fiction