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Looking back, I should’ve been  an astronaut: brave, weightless  yet still attached to the ground,  the balance that would answer  all...

There is a guiding light. A path towards a healthier and more compassionate self. It is a star self, a light held together by its own...

Your crescent scars the abyss where idle bodies should remain at peace. Your light torches their ambience a lightness akin to a swift...

In the quiet communion of night, stars of clarity softly indite their secrets— their arcane scriptures scribbled on the sky, a stippling...

No way to wander away from self-meditative glow: home sweet home where path/arrival has no where to go : mating unseen & beholding in the...

I drive west from White Sulphur Springs in my black and bruised 2005 Silverado model 2500 4x4 Heavy Duty up 7% grades hauls easily 20,000...

Does darkness have an inherent appeal that lures one to her own destruction? Do we leave the life of light and clarity just to get lost...

“And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.” —Friedrich Nietzsche. Beyond Good and Evil, IV, 146 A light touch...

I first heard about the disease while nursing my broken ribs over the evening news. Some prion thing, a misfolded protein, a bunch of...

1867, two years after the war ended, five years after Antietam, 22,700 and more dead at Sharpsburg, arms and legs scattered around me...

I nearly set the date— I always put great stock in astrology. And with our planets so aligned I moved with a false confidence. My bouts...

I waited for Dr. Pendleton in one of the many uncomfortable wooden chairs in the foyer, a glass of champagne bubbling gently on the table...

Tetsudou watched soap swirl around the drain, the bubbles clogging all the holes. He raised the shower head above him one more time and...

The beloved science teacher does this every year: takes a large glass container to the front of the room, shows it to the class empty, of...

I’m a junkie, so a high tolerance is the enemy. I fight for that which makes me feel something. We walk around the battlefield, glowing...

Walking through the city so unmindful of my legs— The Hoverer stays motionless no matter where I go, borderless GodSky also deLighting...

She was born on New Year’s Eve, in a maternity ward overlooking the city. I stood with my face pressed against the cool glass, holding...

This planet looks candied. Machines crawling its granulated surface. Three-legged metal walkers. They're lasering the planet, cutting the...

So it (just perhaps maybe) DOES turn out That those psychology class bummer tropes --Sadder But Wiser and Depressive Realism-- Simply...