“These will soon be superhuman systems that can hack anything, revolutionize any field overnight…” —Jacob Coxon, on quitting Anthropic AI, The New York Times, September 11, 2026
The field of brooms.
The field of hammers.
The field of the handshake.
The field of diner griddles on Saturday morning.
The field of movies watched on airplanes.
The field of mothers.
The field of fathers.
The field of trees.
The field of very tall trees.
The field of the first spring blooms.
The field of the manicurist is your hand.
The field of the life guard is danger.
The field of the politician in a close election
is persuasion.
The field of a pediatric cardiac surgeon about to begin their work.
The field of faith.
Hilary King is a poet living in the San Francisco Bay Area of California. Her poems have appeared in Ploughshares, Poetry Northwest, Salamander, Painted Bride Quarterly, The Louisville Review, and other publications. She serves as an editor for DMQ Review, and her book of poems Stitched on Me was published by Riot in Your Throat Press in 2024.
