




(Poem 64 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Stacks of books piled delicately-
solid slices of other worlds
I’ve yet to visit.
How do pieces of paper pressed-
ink printed in neat rows
bring such joy?
@Home Studio – 64th poem of the year
(Poem 12 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

There once was a girl from Cedar Park
who dreamt of finding love with all her heart,
but no one around
wanted to be found,
so instead she focused on being smart.
@Home Studio – 12th poem of the year
Runner ups for the AI girl getting smart photos to accompany my poem:




