The Case for Human Error
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Ah, it was simple the root whispered into my spine
the owl is telling me to go home!
I am content in knowing
the coming reminded me and it was simpler, it simply was
it went:
salt and pepper, earth
and bone,
goodnight.
#poetry #poem #writing
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the owl is telling me to go home!
I am content in knowing
the coming reminded me and it was simpler, it simply was
it went:
salt and pepper, earth
and bone,
goodnight.
#poetry #poem #writing
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12 Owl Calls at Midnight When It Is Time to Go Home
Squirrel saves dinner and sings from the tree like branch I’m bending over timeI travel with this souvenirit says well anyways, it was free.And I am quite the pioneerI found out that if you s…
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October 8, 2025 at 3:20 AM
Ah, it was simple the root whispered into my spine
the owl is telling me to go home!
I am content in knowing
the coming reminded me and it was simpler, it simply was
it went:
salt and pepper, earth
and bone,
goodnight.
#poetry #poem #writing
thecaseforhumanerror.com/2025/10/07/1...
the owl is telling me to go home!
I am content in knowing
the coming reminded me and it was simpler, it simply was
it went:
salt and pepper, earth
and bone,
goodnight.
#poetry #poem #writing
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In earth's other incarnations
in world’s tall small and wide
I could have been the handsome
woman jostling by my side;
I speak too soon,
maybe I’m a man!
See, juggling
behind me! The man
or his daughter when
I'm not like my father
#poetry #visualpoetry
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in world’s tall small and wide
I could have been the handsome
woman jostling by my side;
I speak too soon,
maybe I’m a man!
See, juggling
behind me! The man
or his daughter when
I'm not like my father
#poetry #visualpoetry
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Boat
Of all the human beans in this world that I could be,Zeus, God and Mama deemed that I be me.If the railroad tracks forked west on the day that I was made,I might have loved another, or moved into t…
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September 8, 2025 at 8:58 PM
In earth's other incarnations
in world’s tall small and wide
I could have been the handsome
woman jostling by my side;
I speak too soon,
maybe I’m a man!
See, juggling
behind me! The man
or his daughter when
I'm not like my father
#poetry #visualpoetry
thecaseforhumanerror.com/2025/07/25/b...
in world’s tall small and wide
I could have been the handsome
woman jostling by my side;
I speak too soon,
maybe I’m a man!
See, juggling
behind me! The man
or his daughter when
I'm not like my father
#poetry #visualpoetry
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how i feel right now? oh hot like lightning with
chains for shoulder blades on a
bus ride going nowhere where the window’s broken and
the dusty glass offends me and
everything offends me
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#poetry #writing #visualpoetry
chains for shoulder blades on a
bus ride going nowhere where the window’s broken and
the dusty glass offends me and
everything offends me
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#poetry #writing #visualpoetry
and the soil is just everywhere, too
how i feel right now? oh hot like lightning withchains for shoulder blades on abus ride going nowhere where the window’s broken andthe dusty glass offends me andeverything offends me– no you …
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September 8, 2025 at 7:56 PM
how i feel right now? oh hot like lightning with
chains for shoulder blades on a
bus ride going nowhere where the window’s broken and
the dusty glass offends me and
everything offends me
thecaseforhumanerror.com/2025/08/11/a...
#poetry #writing #visualpoetry
chains for shoulder blades on a
bus ride going nowhere where the window’s broken and
the dusty glass offends me and
everything offends me
thecaseforhumanerror.com/2025/08/11/a...
#poetry #writing #visualpoetry
how i feel right now? oh hot like lightning with
chains for shoulder blades
bus ride going nowhere where the window’s broken
the dusty glass offends me
everything offends me-- no you hang up first,
you spineless dead-end, you fast fucking friend!
#poetry
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chains for shoulder blades
bus ride going nowhere where the window’s broken
the dusty glass offends me
everything offends me-- no you hang up first,
you spineless dead-end, you fast fucking friend!
#poetry
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and the soil is just everywhere, too
how i feel right now? oh hot like lightning withchains for shoulder blades on abus ride going nowhere where the window’s broken andthe dusty glass offends me andeverything offends me– no you …
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August 11, 2025 at 8:47 PM
how i feel right now? oh hot like lightning with
chains for shoulder blades
bus ride going nowhere where the window’s broken
the dusty glass offends me
everything offends me-- no you hang up first,
you spineless dead-end, you fast fucking friend!
#poetry
thecaseforhumanerror.com/2025/08/11/a...
chains for shoulder blades
bus ride going nowhere where the window’s broken
the dusty glass offends me
everything offends me-- no you hang up first,
you spineless dead-end, you fast fucking friend!
#poetry
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Let’s run away to the circus!
Where?
The circus! Let’s run away to the circus where we'll stand on our Forrest Gump stilts and sigh at all the ticky tacky houses dancing on the horizon.
#writing
Where?
The circus! Let’s run away to the circus where we'll stand on our Forrest Gump stilts and sigh at all the ticky tacky houses dancing on the horizon.
#writing
July 27, 2025 at 3:37 PM
Let’s run away to the circus!
Where?
The circus! Let’s run away to the circus where we'll stand on our Forrest Gump stilts and sigh at all the ticky tacky houses dancing on the horizon.
#writing
Where?
The circus! Let’s run away to the circus where we'll stand on our Forrest Gump stilts and sigh at all the ticky tacky houses dancing on the horizon.
#writing
tiny metal sea turtles in five-leaf clover hats
dance to reggae music
happy dogs play poker in abandoned subway stations
a father’s voice on the radio a mother’s face on a billboard
I feel a family I do not have
am small, man on stilts
nightmare, bad dream
fluorescen adolescen
orange shame
#poetry
dance to reggae music
happy dogs play poker in abandoned subway stations
a father’s voice on the radio a mother’s face on a billboard
I feel a family I do not have
am small, man on stilts
nightmare, bad dream
fluorescen adolescen
orange shame
#poetry
July 26, 2025 at 11:37 PM
tiny metal sea turtles in five-leaf clover hats
dance to reggae music
happy dogs play poker in abandoned subway stations
a father’s voice on the radio a mother’s face on a billboard
I feel a family I do not have
am small, man on stilts
nightmare, bad dream
fluorescen adolescen
orange shame
#poetry
dance to reggae music
happy dogs play poker in abandoned subway stations
a father’s voice on the radio a mother’s face on a billboard
I feel a family I do not have
am small, man on stilts
nightmare, bad dream
fluorescen adolescen
orange shame
#poetry
It’s confusion misunderstanding communication soup
when the humans are hugging and running from what they must do
being a bean might be simpler, you see!
#poems #poetry #visualpoetry
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when the humans are hugging and running from what they must do
being a bean might be simpler, you see!
#poems #poetry #visualpoetry
thecaseforhumanerror.com/2025/07/25/b...
Boat
Of all the human beans in this world that I could be,Zeus, God and Mama deemed that I be me.If the railroad tracks forked west on the day that I was made,I might have loved another, or moved into t…
thecaseforhumanerror.com
July 25, 2025 at 6:56 PM
It’s confusion misunderstanding communication soup
when the humans are hugging and running from what they must do
being a bean might be simpler, you see!
#poems #poetry #visualpoetry
thecaseforhumanerror.com/2025/07/25/b...
when the humans are hugging and running from what they must do
being a bean might be simpler, you see!
#poems #poetry #visualpoetry
thecaseforhumanerror.com/2025/07/25/b...
In earth's other incarnations, in worlds tall and wide, I might have been the handsome woman jostling by my side--
or maybe not! I speak too soon, maybe I'm a man; the one juggling behind me...
#poetry #writing #words #visualpoetry
thecaseforhumanerror.com/2025/07/25/b...
or maybe not! I speak too soon, maybe I'm a man; the one juggling behind me...
#poetry #writing #words #visualpoetry
thecaseforhumanerror.com/2025/07/25/b...
Boat
Of all the human beans in this world that I could be,Zeus, God and Mama deemed that I be me.If the railroad tracks forked west on the day that I was made,,I might have loved another, or moved into …
thecaseforhumanerror.com
July 25, 2025 at 3:23 PM
In earth's other incarnations, in worlds tall and wide, I might have been the handsome woman jostling by my side--
or maybe not! I speak too soon, maybe I'm a man; the one juggling behind me...
#poetry #writing #words #visualpoetry
thecaseforhumanerror.com/2025/07/25/b...
or maybe not! I speak too soon, maybe I'm a man; the one juggling behind me...
#poetry #writing #words #visualpoetry
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The #’s are 3.141592653589793238462643383 my eyes were closed
An average adult, mature, healthy, tree has give or take
hundreds of thousands of leaves
After you’ve washed soiled knowledge from the cartilage,
were the parts you noticed a springtime green or were they a deep translucent burn of red
An average adult, mature, healthy, tree has give or take
hundreds of thousands of leaves
After you’ve washed soiled knowledge from the cartilage,
were the parts you noticed a springtime green or were they a deep translucent burn of red
July 25, 2025 at 1:17 PM
The #’s are 3.141592653589793238462643383 my eyes were closed
An average adult, mature, healthy, tree has give or take
hundreds of thousands of leaves
After you’ve washed soiled knowledge from the cartilage,
were the parts you noticed a springtime green or were they a deep translucent burn of red
An average adult, mature, healthy, tree has give or take
hundreds of thousands of leaves
After you’ve washed soiled knowledge from the cartilage,
were the parts you noticed a springtime green or were they a deep translucent burn of red
I gravel and reported on a confidential questionnaire that my Reason for Visit was ’The General Malaise’
My medical history at the University popped up,
4 letter acronyms that I wore occasionally,
like soft shirts with proud fading logos and loose fits and a signature hole
#poetry
My medical history at the University popped up,
4 letter acronyms that I wore occasionally,
like soft shirts with proud fading logos and loose fits and a signature hole
#poetry
July 24, 2025 at 1:45 PM
I gravel and reported on a confidential questionnaire that my Reason for Visit was ’The General Malaise’
My medical history at the University popped up,
4 letter acronyms that I wore occasionally,
like soft shirts with proud fading logos and loose fits and a signature hole
#poetry
My medical history at the University popped up,
4 letter acronyms that I wore occasionally,
like soft shirts with proud fading logos and loose fits and a signature hole
#poetry
At some mile marker I made promise to be useful
At another I swore the tendrils of truth-in-whim were a grown man’s harvest
I know how to prepare for winter in the winter and how to abandon progress if summer arrives in september
#poetry
At another I swore the tendrils of truth-in-whim were a grown man’s harvest
I know how to prepare for winter in the winter and how to abandon progress if summer arrives in september
#poetry
July 23, 2025 at 1:59 PM
At some mile marker I made promise to be useful
At another I swore the tendrils of truth-in-whim were a grown man’s harvest
I know how to prepare for winter in the winter and how to abandon progress if summer arrives in september
#poetry
At another I swore the tendrils of truth-in-whim were a grown man’s harvest
I know how to prepare for winter in the winter and how to abandon progress if summer arrives in september
#poetry
They think I’m over there and I tried to be over there so so so badly and now that I’m over here I’m devastated
I will never be there. I was never there. I can’t stand here and explain to them that i am not over there because to do so would devastate them too
#writing #thoughts
I will never be there. I was never there. I can’t stand here and explain to them that i am not over there because to do so would devastate them too
#writing #thoughts
July 22, 2025 at 6:24 PM
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Not worth writing? Not worth reading.
July 21, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Not worth writing? Not worth reading.
I memorized 28 digits of pi during lunch detention
I hadn’t shown mom my report card
and I thought posters that said “Believe in your dreams, have faith in yourself, shoot for the moon” were the stupidest things I had ever seen
#poetry
I hadn’t shown mom my report card
and I thought posters that said “Believe in your dreams, have faith in yourself, shoot for the moon” were the stupidest things I had ever seen
#poetry
July 22, 2025 at 1:07 PM
I memorized 28 digits of pi during lunch detention
I hadn’t shown mom my report card
and I thought posters that said “Believe in your dreams, have faith in yourself, shoot for the moon” were the stupidest things I had ever seen
#poetry
I hadn’t shown mom my report card
and I thought posters that said “Believe in your dreams, have faith in yourself, shoot for the moon” were the stupidest things I had ever seen
#poetry
i am sniveling with deception
i
have caged the bird
i am cawing crawling mocking myself
i am made before i am served
the tears whisk wise words away from the serving tray
i am empty handed
nearblindsided
clogdrainflooded
and say i’m oh oh kay
#poetry
i
have caged the bird
i am cawing crawling mocking myself
i am made before i am served
the tears whisk wise words away from the serving tray
i am empty handed
nearblindsided
clogdrainflooded
and say i’m oh oh kay
#poetry
July 21, 2025 at 1:47 PM
i am sniveling with deception
i
have caged the bird
i am cawing crawling mocking myself
i am made before i am served
the tears whisk wise words away from the serving tray
i am empty handed
nearblindsided
clogdrainflooded
and say i’m oh oh kay
#poetry
i
have caged the bird
i am cawing crawling mocking myself
i am made before i am served
the tears whisk wise words away from the serving tray
i am empty handed
nearblindsided
clogdrainflooded
and say i’m oh oh kay
#poetry
I feel something brewing. I do not have to carry the gratitude that I felt yesterday into today if it doesn’t match how I actually feel. I am allowed to feel new things. I feel tired. I slept 7 hours. I may have gotten my period I will go check now.
July 20, 2025 at 3:37 PM
I feel something brewing. I do not have to carry the gratitude that I felt yesterday into today if it doesn’t match how I actually feel. I am allowed to feel new things. I feel tired. I slept 7 hours. I may have gotten my period I will go check now.
You know, I might fucking hate you, but I won’t know unless you answer your
(expletive) phone
#poetry timer stops I spit you out, I let you in
Would You Listen to Yourself?
choked on doubt, I ask
why does no-one shut the (expletive) door on their
fucking way out?
(expletive) phone
#poetry timer stops I spit you out, I let you in
Would You Listen to Yourself?
choked on doubt, I ask
why does no-one shut the (expletive) door on their
fucking way out?
July 19, 2025 at 11:37 PM
You know, I might fucking hate you, but I won’t know unless you answer your
(expletive) phone
#poetry timer stops I spit you out, I let you in
Would You Listen to Yourself?
choked on doubt, I ask
why does no-one shut the (expletive) door on their
fucking way out?
(expletive) phone
#poetry timer stops I spit you out, I let you in
Would You Listen to Yourself?
choked on doubt, I ask
why does no-one shut the (expletive) door on their
fucking way out?
At least the voice says ‘do something!’ now. Or I’m telling myself I should feel okay when really I don’t at all and is it normal to by dyslexic and get pride and embarrassment confused I haven’t ordered new glasses yet but my vision gets really clear when I cry it’s my party trick these wet jewels
July 18, 2025 at 1:17 PM
At least the voice says ‘do something!’ now. Or I’m telling myself I should feel okay when really I don’t at all and is it normal to by dyslexic and get pride and embarrassment confused I haven’t ordered new glasses yet but my vision gets really clear when I cry it’s my party trick these wet jewels
Man that I melted, your wrought
iron offends me. Let me past
your moat, the password is ‘envy.’
Pigeon mail fails and compromise
corrupts; skin your knee scaling my walls,
I'll patch it right up.
#poetry
iron offends me. Let me past
your moat, the password is ‘envy.’
Pigeon mail fails and compromise
corrupts; skin your knee scaling my walls,
I'll patch it right up.
#poetry
July 17, 2025 at 3:51 PM
Man that I melted, your wrought
iron offends me. Let me past
your moat, the password is ‘envy.’
Pigeon mail fails and compromise
corrupts; skin your knee scaling my walls,
I'll patch it right up.
#poetry
iron offends me. Let me past
your moat, the password is ‘envy.’
Pigeon mail fails and compromise
corrupts; skin your knee scaling my walls,
I'll patch it right up.
#poetry
“Write poetry as if you were in love. If you are always in love you will not always write the same poem, but if you are never in love, you may.
- from "My Olivetti Speaks”
― Kenneth Koch
#poetry #poem #KennethKoch
- from "My Olivetti Speaks”
― Kenneth Koch
#poetry #poem #KennethKoch
June 26, 2025 at 1:48 PM
“Write poetry as if you were in love. If you are always in love you will not always write the same poem, but if you are never in love, you may.
- from "My Olivetti Speaks”
― Kenneth Koch
#poetry #poem #KennethKoch
- from "My Olivetti Speaks”
― Kenneth Koch
#poetry #poem #KennethKoch
I couldn't have you so I became you
June 25, 2025 at 1:59 PM
I couldn't have you so I became you
She listen'd with a flitting Blush,
with downcast Eyes and modest Grace;
For well she knew, I could not choose
But Gaze upon her Face.
with downcast Eyes and modest Grace;
For well she knew, I could not choose
But Gaze upon her Face.
June 24, 2025 at 1:05 PM
She listen'd with a flitting Blush,
with downcast Eyes and modest Grace;
For well she knew, I could not choose
But Gaze upon her Face.
with downcast Eyes and modest Grace;
For well she knew, I could not choose
But Gaze upon her Face.