Girls for Any Occasion

Girls of a certain kind
Prey on his mind.
Black, white or asian.
Girls for any occasion
Can be delivered to his house,
At the click of a mouse.
Or, he can make a girl fall
For the price
Of a phone call.

Is there, objectively
Such a thing as vice?
Company isn’t free
And one must pay the price,
He thinks.

In a darkened corner, the devil winks.
He calculates,
And being alone,
Picks up the phone,
And dates.

A Review of “The Selected Poems of K Morris”

I recently shared a link to my “selected Poems” with a colleague, and was delighted to receive the below review from her by email:

“Wow I’ve managed to read a through and I love your poetry.
Very eloquent and soft”.

For “The Selected Poems of K Morris” please follow this link,

Will Computer-generated Writing Replace the Human Kind?

I agree with the points made in this post. So far as poetry is concerned, a poet (of the human variety) is possessed of emotions, which express themselves through his/her poetry. Computers (however smart) are not capable of feeling emotions, so its difficult to imagine how a machine could produce poems of real worth. Kevin

Nicholas C. Rossis

A Heaven for Toasters | From the blog of Nicholas C. Rossis, author of science fiction, the Pearseus epic fantasy series and children's bookFree on KU

You may recall my sci-fi romance, A Heaven For Toasters, taking place some 100 years in the future. Leo, the android protagonist, exhibits some distinctly human characteristics—including the ability to feel human emotions. But could Leo become a writer or poet?

The Economist recently shared an article cheekily called Don’t Fear the Writernator – a reference to literature’s terminator. What prompted this was the news that researchers have come up with a more powerful version of automated writing.

So, how afraid should we be? Is Leo about to compose a sonnet to woo Mika?

Automated Writing

Automated writing, in case you’re unfamiliar with the term, is best exemplified by Gmail’s Smart Reply feature. Gmail offers brief answers to routine emails. So, if someone asks you “shall we meet up for lunch?” Gmail suggests a variety of appropriate responses, for example, “Sure!”

More strikingly, Smart Compose kicks…

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When I Invited A Girl Named Bland

When I invited a girl named Bland
To my home for a one-night stand,
It was really quite boring,
And I ended up snoring,
As all she’d do was to stand!

The Song of the Siren

Lashed to the mast,
You ride
The tide
Of pain and pleasure.
The weather
Is hot.

Sirens sunbathe,
And say, “let go”.
You know
You ought not,
But the girls are so hot,
And the reef
Of grief
Seems hidden, and all you see
Is a beautiful she.

So, you let go
And, at your leisure
Go down
And drown
In the sea
Of pain and pleasure.

But, long
‘Ere you did see
Those cold, calculating eyes,,
You recognised
Her siren song.
And yet
You did choose
To lose
Yourself in the sea of regret,
Where men go down
And drown,
And drown again,
In pleasure, and pain.

Invisible Notches in Bedposts

Invisible notches in bedposts.
Do neighbours see ghosts
Enter and depart?
They leave not their heart
Yet he does find
Invisible notches.
Indelible blotches
Which, from time to time,
Plague his mind.