We are sacred and safe only while we resist the digital dungeon, the library of all that is known, the brain of the enigma.
He was perfectly strange, this stranger was. He was smart and elegant and courteous. He was different and complementary. We fit like jigsaw puzzle pieces.
Rhythmic oscillations bombard us daily and herd us to remain in sync with them. Beats from the headphones that house themselves in our ears or the pulses we create
Thursdays are my favorite days because I can always look forward to lunch at Ruth’s Diner; they have the best fries and even better
The beautiful brown of the brush below the tree The tree whose leaves were once upon green Lies bare yet wears layers of wisdom Gifted
When insomniacs dream, it is in complete lucidity We see the airbrushed edges of the chiseled world And we fixate on the creativity hidden in
A plastic cup in cartoon clothes Holds goldfish to the brim Mom picks one from the top and makes it fly Airplane noises and spitting
two identical thoughts developed in isolation on two different hemispheres identical in structure yet paradoxical in course two identical thoughts fueled by very different