by chetcromer | Jun 5, 2025 | Journals
If You Could Read My Mind: From Late-Night Thoughts to AI Songwriting A couple days ago, a line kept echoing in my head: “If you could read my mind…” Not in a spooky way, and not even in the shame-laced way we often think of that idea. What haunted me was something...
by chetcromer | Jun 3, 2025 | Journals
I’ve taken to poetry this year (ai-assisted, yes), and have made it a thing to write poems for MaKenna and one of her friends before their sporting events. Sometimes silly, sometimes not… but today I got my own poem from them. And it felt great. Not just...
by chetcromer | May 28, 2025 | Journals
Once upon a pew, I sat in silence. Not because I didn’t believe. Not because I had it all figured out. But because my hallelujah felt too hard to say. It was sometime last year that I first heard Brandon Lake and Jelly Roll’s “Hard to Fight Hallelujah.” I remember...
by chetcromer | Apr 27, 2025 | Journals
Aptziloches Diker: Finding Myself in an Unexpected Word When I first started watching The Devil Next Door on Netflix, I thought I knew what I was getting into.The story was heavy, of course — it had to be — about John Demjanjuk, an aging Cleveland man accused of being...
by chetcromer | Apr 25, 2025 | Journals
When Dreams Get Weird (And What I Did About It) The other night, I had one of those dreams. You know the kind — where nothing seems to make sense, yet everything feels oddly real. It wasn’t just random images flashing through my mind; it was a full-blown story...
