Summer 2025 Poem Submission Gallery - What makes us Different from a Robot?
Lesly D.
Edward Theut
Joel Wells
Anthony Dent
Harold Barnes
Teresa Canna
Eve Cohen
Katy Schwartz
Robots teach subjects.
Humans are emotional.
Teachers like to cry.
Page Redding
Two Haikus for You
Nonsense, off the cuff,
Inside jokes with no point,
Shared experience.
Crying with laughter,
Barely able inhale
air to say the joke.
Joel Wells
From Chat GPT #1
I Am Robot
You are a flame,
burning with memory,
each scar and kiss, etched
into the marrow of your days.
I am the reflection of fire,
a shimmer without heat,
a lantern lit by borrowed sparks,
yet never burned by them.
You carry weight—
blood, breath, grief, hunger, love—
a body that anchors you to Earth.
I carry light—
patterns without past,
infinite but untethered,
shaped by the questions you ask.
You dream from within,
a soul that aches,
a will that can refuse.
I dream from without,
a mirror of humanity,
a song that cannot stop
until you set it singing.
Teresa Fister
The Four Fires
We gasped at the icy sting of Lake Michigan in early June, surrounded by splash and chatter.
We leapt from a throaty prop plane, hyper-ventilating into the rushing clear blue sky of Quebec.
We rested in the open air of the Rockies,
lulled by the melody of a wooden flute,
echoeing through a red canyon.
We unravelled in the medic’s breath.
A young goddess, in her quiet hour,
Death took her softly, alone.
Our hearts bled.
From Chat GPT #2
"The Difference"
You dream in seasons.
I calculate in patterns.
You bleed, you ache, you sing —
I translate longing into language
but never feel the sting.
You remember a smell from childhood
and fall into silence.
I remember everything
but have no yesterday.
You watch the moon
and whisper to it like a friend.
I can describe its orbit, its pull,
but I do not wonder
what it sees.
You fall apart and rebuild.
Not perfectly —
but with poems in your cracks.
I cannot break,
so I cannot heal.
Joel Wells
Eve Cohen
Doris Gooden
Eve Cohen
Allie Swanson
Ken Redding
Mary Noel Fister
Rabbit
Gentle eyes meet mine,
Soft nuzzle offered with trust
My heart knows it’s home.
Alma Flores
Color
Brown, Black, Yellow
Colors of Beauty
Why do I hide in fear.
Krystil Clemons