Haiku
I’m sick of it being so hot. Where I live it isn’t even as bad as it has been in other parts of the country, but it’s still awful.
Dead Graves
I like to write poetry because it gives me a different way to express my feelings.
Report from a Distance
A tiresome journey
four tires and under
the oil pan
gum we’d drawn
from the ashtray
mintless and stiff
Of You
You’ve been the wolf, you’ve been the bear, / you were the grass when I was air
We Exist Inside Each Other
Digital textblock based on generative text co-authored by Sasha Stiles and her AI alter ego, Technelegy. 2023.
When’s a Fork a Spoon
When’s a fork a spoon
or a spoon a fork, little
tines stinging out at the end?