Burn
The flames don’t really know anything about convection, or kelvin, or thermodynamics. Flame is just a brute fact, like entropy …
The flames don’t really know anything about convection, or kelvin, or thermodynamics. Flame is just a brute fact, like entropy …
…What if your eyes spin in their sockets look deep into the frontal lobes to see yourself dangling by the …
I do not understand nature. Cannot match bird to song, leaf to tree, petal to flower; too much learned at …
As I made my run to the edge, preparing the leap that would prove my faith, I heard a poet, or …
The sun beats down on tin roofs, a fist from God – the One who made the cactus flower and …
A boy, hammered into steel. With an anvil for a mother, my father the sledge his rage a fire …
To think…what is lost? Her heart invents reason; reason, an art, being enough to call a wayward child home. …
The neighbor is clearing his driveway of snow too deep to shovel. He uses a machine to blow it up …
I see a child whose life is dying of thirst. I see a child chasing droplets of water in a …
Well it won’t write itself and that’s the problem. I can’t write it, it won’t be written, and that most …