Author name: Dan Swanson

A dream deferred does not dissolve, but hope unstirred will not evolve. To take a dream and make it real, […]

The poignancy of poetry the human mind creates outshines the pallor of all poems that A.I. generates.

Some words cut deep. Some words make whole. Choose words that suture up your soul.

We are each a swarm of atoms briefly gathered in one place, and one day that bonds that bind us

An iron grip won’t make words grand; a pen just needs a steady hand.

They say you shouldn’t stare in the direction of the sun But it’s hard to gaze at sunsets if you

Have souls been shared with prior selves like checked-out books put back on shelves? Or is each soul a fresh

Though age can add up, there are worse things to fear than the chance to observe an additional year.

Making things without A.I. is now a brand folks look to buy.

The things I pay a fortune for Just seem to leave me wanting more. I find I live more happily