AI Prompt: Write a poem about the sadness of time changing in the fall with daylight savings time The Stolen Hour An hour slips between my hands— Dark comes knocking, uninvited, While my body still demands The sun that's been delighted To keep me company till now, Till this arbitrary theft Of light we somehow... Continue Reading →
Time on My Hands
Time On My Hands I have been traveling a good bit lately and keep hearing a commercial on the radio asking what you would do if you had an extra hour of time each day. It is an interesting question. The commercial suggests several alternatives that some people might choose. I’d like to say I... Continue Reading →
