80 heartbeats per minute turns
to over 100
The gurney squeaks and rumbles.
The hallway reeks of expired sterility.
I ran until I could not distinguish the sand from the sea
“There’s a moment when God says, ‘Yes, this is right,’” lectures my Calculus professor when teaching Differentiation via…
“Rudy, go to your room!”
Truth is swans dancing on boulders by the shore.
Some poets must want to bend English the same way that Robert Frost’s poem bends birches. But it doesn’t matter if English…
On days like this I smell distinctly of death: