by JL Jacobs | Jun 14, 2019 | Poetry
Art: AI Epiphany by Alex Duensing A VISION “What then is life?” I cried— —P. B. Shelley The Triumph of Life (broken off final line) A cross. A mirror. Not much else—silver gray light. Half a face—mine, stranded under bulbs too bright for this room. The cross is a...
