The unreadable
A poem to combat ai
R L Raymond
R L Raymond writer and photographer
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It finally rained
It finally rained Photo by R L Raymond, August 2, 2026 The waft of petrichor had lied to us a few times before. Eyes to the darkening sky, we hoped the rain would actually come. Grass crinkled at the prospect; trees breathed in anticipation; people sat on the porch, giddy with excitement. Yet, for weeks, naught but a few droplets cratered into the dust, absorbed, disappeared. Then nothing.…
The End Times are Here
The End Times are Here It sure looks and smells like it Photo by R L Raymond, July 16, 2026 The wild fire smoke, laced with brimstone and more than a dash of carcinogens, continues to hang over us, blotting out the sun, blackening the sky, wreaking its stench-filled havoc. "This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a (suffocated) whimper" from T. S. Eliot “The Hollow Men” with addition by…
Gravedigger
A long poem about storms, dogs, old men and grief
ai isn’t the tool you are looking for
True craft and honest art come through friction When I wrote a few anti ai rants, I ignored one of my cardinal rules. Before posting, I should have asked myself the fundament question: so what? Sure I had something to say, but there wasn’t anything that gave back. Decently written (I think) with the underlying image I wanted to convey, the words, after the first read, begged for more. Our brains…
I will lead a more schismatic life
Applying schism to writing and ai
Why did I stop doing what I love?
Resurrecting the long poem through grit and exercise
The adoption of rituals
A poem by R L Raymond about travel and the past
Vespers
a poem about aging relationships, dogs & frogs
My Ten Rules of Writing
Ten Rules for Writing