Trellis
Poem · April 2026A tendril has no plan.
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The first poems are up below. Audio and visual work is still being curated and will land here soon.
Every poem here is a collaboration with generative AI — a practice running since 2017, from early word-embedding experiments to conversations with current models.
A tendril has no plan.
Read →They'll say we were lonely
Read →At twelve I learned to breathe saltwater,
Read →Each dash a doorway left ajar,
Read →He was a stray with one floppy ear,
Read →Between sap and silicon,
Read →Those ancients ate their journeys whole—
Read →Time folds, wet paper between my fingers.
Read →Such a joy, this fluidity of my soul...
Read →maya
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