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Douglas Caraballo Mahairas
Douglas Caraballo Mahairas

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May 15

The Ideal Self

A Poem

Poetry

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The Ideal Self
The Ideal Self
Poetry

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May 14

I had Chat GPT Re Work Some Poems I Wrote.

Chat GPT ft. Me — After a long conversation with Chat GPT, who I have named “Young Giblets” — And after an extensive argument about the importance of “self care” that it included in its routine to become a great writer. I had the idea to have it cross evaluate the rhythm of great writers. …

ChatGPT

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I had Chat GPT Re Work Some Poems I Wrote.
I had Chat GPT Re Work Some Poems I Wrote.
ChatGPT

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May 8

Eyes are Rolling

A Poem The eyes speak first and speak the loudest. again and again we all wake, go out and face the day. They died at 27. What’s the difference? Early death, or the death of an oil magnate at 92? What is the difference? Clinging, holding, clutching. The eyes speak…

Poem

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Eyes are Rolling
Eyes are Rolling
Poem

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May 4

Resonance

A Poem by Douglas Caraballo

Poetry

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Resonance
Resonance
Poetry

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May 3

Ado and Orpheus

A Poem by Dougie Caraballo

Poem

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Ado and Orpheus
Ado and Orpheus
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Apr 26

A man does what he can

A Poem Rolling gently your head lulls back and forth. The earth turns again and again. The night can strike at any moment despite the tracking of the hours all is well all is good. You proceed in spite of yourself if only to prove to some reef of clouds that…

Poem

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A man does what he can
A man does what he can
Poem

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Apr 20

Erebus

A Poem

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Erebus
Erebus
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Apr 12

#9

A Poem —

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#9
#9
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Jan 30

#8-

A Poem I cannot believe the day is over. The day again. Day in and day out. Man from blood clot. The skeleton robed in flesh. I walk the world and see the death beneath. Like the Buddha. I want to rid myself of the perceptive lenses of my world…

Poem

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Poem

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Jan 23

#7-

A poem — When the last dog comes crawling home with fur matted and the last gum stains erode off the concrete. Tried but failed. to see brown hair be brought through liquid dreams. you try this every day don't you? lie like That night beneath a ruby’d halcyonic sky, and the words that…

Poetry

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Poetry

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Douglas Caraballo Mahairas

Douglas Caraballo Mahairas

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