He was thinking of a sensory tool that could turn Descartes on his head. Microbiologists had......

ever-changingthought patternswill these waves        on their returnknow the new me...

”before i die, please put me on the bare floor, kalyani.”...

For Dana PrescottWe sweep our leavings in a box, sift the dross,find fit containers for what......

he was thinking of a sensory tool that could turn descartes on his head....

Poor soul.Bless her soul.Soul-mates.Chicken-soup for the soul.S.O.S. How easily we say “soul”. It was a soul-stirring......

1. I can still taste lifeEarly morning, late evening, whenever in-between. Gold streams my morning door......

Story is metaphor for life and life is lived in time” – Robert McKee Time that......

conjunction a massacre visible to the naked eye just sunset a stranded necklace...

without stopping at the river rearrangedbeneath my window, the road winds upinto the faceless distance, bending......