When I fire up ChatGPT, it’s usually to ask if my knee pain means I need surgery, or if there’s any dignified way to turn wilting spinach and a lone sweet potato into dinner.

Sadly, after talking to pair of local poets and longtime friends, Lee Frankel-Goldwater and Eric Raanan Fischman, it has come to my attention that I am not using artificial intelligence (AI) to its full potential.

For Frankel-Goldwater, who teaches environmental studies at the University of Colorado Boulder, and Fischman, a poet and educator at Naropa’s Jack Kerouac School, ChatGPT isn’t just a glorified WebMD crossed with a sous-chef. To them, it’s like a slightly eccentric third friend: The kind who blurts out cryptic ASCII art during dinner, invents new poetic languages on the fly and occasionally teaches you som

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