Brenda Prohaska sits in the driver's seat of her hearse, at a standstill on the Hutch, flicking through messages on her phone with one long red fingernail and| City Lore
Ladies and Jellyspoons, Hoboes and Tramps, Crosseyed Mosquitos and Bowlegged Ants, I come before you to stand behind you to tell you something I know nothing about. AI was something I knew nothing about. To satisfy my curiosity, I input a story I had written using traditional nonsense verses into ChatGPT. The results were startling, flabbergasting, and it’s the subject of my new Poetry of Everyday Life Blog.| City Lore