Jack wandered into the lounge room. Small puddles of light fell from the lamp into the…
Maybe colors of the spotlight; stars illuminate the skies,escape is not possible, therefore, we remain entitled to the underwater…
A Poem
Another morning, and a glowing orb of orangeRises in a sky thickened by smoke.I no…
a poem
We are waitingfor the worst-case scenario,the black swan’s victory wakeas it glides across the lake…
Rolling over, I bumped into the wall and woke with a start — our bed doesn’t…
When did the memory slip away?
The evening ravens snarl. Bassoons belch.A time for everything but not today.Do drains swirl backwards in…
A life made from ruins,salvaged from memory.
Thus, the more precisely the position is determined,the less precisely the momentum is known, and conversely.