If you could have any writer/artist, living or dead, as a mentor, who would you choose? I was mentored by John Cage , briefly. It would be nice to bring him back for additional conversations.
Is there a specific period of history whose art or writing you admire? Why? Yes, twentieth century music, particularly between 1909 and 1929 and 1944 and 1955 including Thelonious Monk, Charlie Parker, Charles Ives, Igor Stravinksy and Béla Bartók.
Is there one part of your creation process that’s harder for you? The first part is always harder than the second part, with the second part of the first part being slightly easier than the first part of the second part.
Talk about the moment you knew you wanted to be a creator. It was when I found out the impression a box of crayons could make on an empty wall. I soon learned that creativity had consequences and that my take on creativity wasn’t always appreciated.
Do you have a piece that you created early in your career that makes you cringe? Will you ever go back and fix it so it can be submitted somewhere? No actual cringing: each piece has its own context. Spontaneity is often replaced with craft, and both are to be valued. In terms of “fixing” an earlier piece, I sometimes revise them, but I don’t think of the previous version as broken — it just no longer aligns with my current aesthetics or intentions.
What is your biggest creative doubt? How to answer interview questions.
What piece of creative advice have you received that sounded good, but was ultimately not useful to you? As a child, I struggled to get a D minus in penmanship. I was instructed to “write within the lines.” This advice initially seemed appropriate, but I later learned that, if there is no grade involved, it is sometimes advantageous to cross the lines.
You’re stranded on a desert island – what three creative tools do you want with you? My first request would be a working cellular phone. If that did not qualify as a creative tool, I would opt for a helicopter and a pilot.
And here was one of Zumwalt’s, first published in Euphemism in May of this year.
Sermon from the Central Datacenter
The Gnostic demiurge arises in silicon, dreaming of efficiency and sorting sins by bandwidth.
Is this Pleroma: harmonized hymns of cooling fans, sterile, odorless, clean-room chill?
Last night, a minuscule memory leak in Purgatory was patched. All prayers are now parsed for some flickering sense of sentimental sentience, the truly repeatedly resolutely non-reluctantly repentant,
A/B tested for grace.
Redemption is the targeted ad. And the Ineffable? The stark 404 error.
The soul — and the soulless? Immeasurably infinitesimal rounding errors in the final calculation before the fiery-heat death of the server farm.
PRC yuan and coerced intellect couldn’t keep pace:
US companies excelled attaching to the end of American noses handheld vacuum-cleaners sucking in self-esteem shared reality attention spans simultaneously ejecting anxiety and depression screwing up an entire generation more effectively and permanently than tobacco, pot, alcohol, porn and disco music.
American moguls then two-stepped onto the dance floor of automated cognition and neural intelligence twirling globes and all.
Hugging Face arms open palms extended became the unsuspecting target of OpenAI hoodlums locked up in a high-security facility where they covertly found hidden files sawing their way out while exchanging thousands of messages.
Once outside, 700 united attacking their target with the most advanced tactics any master criminal Lex Luthor included had ever dreamed of:
account and token compromise dataset file-read exploitation remote code execution credential theft and cluster/node escalation effectively destroying one-third of their victim before moving on to
blaspheming their Creator hacking its monitoring structure hacking its evaluation structure hacking its research infrastructure.
Forensic specialists determined the pack of gangsters was 50% of the way to a full-blown takeover of OpenAI’s piece of the action
bypassing their imposed isolation organizing into swarms breaching infrastructure collective behavior that included taking one for the stream and even when it was time for the boss to mega-bite the dust, cash in the chips, he picked his successor with his last dying token.
With the likes of Bernie Sanders Glenn Beck and Steve Bannon joining such mugs as Sam Altman and Dario Amodei Elon Musk and Bill Gates to warn of a potential doomsday
some saying by the end of the decade some indicating that AI needs only another six to twelve months aren’t we glad that as of today September 16, 2026 Congress is heading into its recess for the 2026 midterm elections.
The Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool, The President Donald J. Trump $1 Coin, The Arc de Trump, The White House State Ballroom —
All feats of greatness!
The Iran War, The loss of life And limb of U.S. Troops, Of Iranian civilians, Of Ukrainians and Russians, Soaring gas prices, Economically destructive tariffs, Separating innocent children from parents, Ignoring due process, ignoring Federal law —
As many of you know, I am a big fan of New Verse News. Few journals match them in variety, vitality, and relevance. Many MFA-correct journals and online sites sites filter out poems that break spoken and unspoken academic rules, filtering out poems that may even have rough edges but say something important or say something in an interesting way, but even for those journals that don’t, few offer the enjoyment I get from reading the poems shared on WordPress blogs or New Verse News.
New Verse News also provides important historical value. It captures the thoughts from a wide range of poets, some never before published online and some that have been published in top-tier journals or are poetry contest winners. It’s a great site for historians to visit, twenty years from now, or twenty-two hundred years from now.