• Mosaic,  My Writing,  Poetry

    La Belle Annabel

    I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils; And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.She was a child and I was a child,In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me. And this is why I sojourn here,Alone and palely loitering,Though the sedge is withered from the lake,And no birds sing. Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn…

  • Journal,  My Writing

    The Age of A.I. and Writing

    When I think of AI, a couple of movie series comes to mind. Does the “Terminator” or the “Matrix” ring any bells? Whether we will go that far or not is debatable. While AI may not yet be that advanced, is it possible some form of AI could take over in the future? How do we control the creation/use of AI from getting into the wrong hands? Or is it already there? Who knows. The only sure thing we know is that Artificial intelligence (AI) has evolved exponentially over the past few years. There is a huge push on using AI in all businesses… predictive texting, curating lists, generating images,…