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It is a revelation: Even the banal becomes momentous when you look at it with proper attention. Just point your phone skywards and...

At her father’s funeral, Willa stood next to Aunt Clara, her back ramrod straight as she tried to think about anything but the casket in...

They said an angel lived in the belfry. It was a strange tale to those who hadn’t grown up with it. A rumor that drew either the most...

Numb and in a quandary—  Dazed, disengaged, stymied.  Here is your birth chart,  which I have calculated  and drawn by hand.  I deliver...

My mind, memories, and soul came into being—like waking up, only somehow, I was already awake. My dim cabin aboard the Samsa was more...

Jessica parked her Tesla in the drive. Planning to meet Mike at Luigi’s for drinks after a quick shower and change, she didn’t bother to...

Some have begun to wear parachutes when they sleep, for fear they’ll join the falling people. Others carry benzodiazepine spray to shoot...

It’s crushing but slippery, like a birth but better but worse; there are eyes on you, through  you, but you can’t summon any numbers to...

The Monitor came to me when I was 14 years old. I awoke in my bed. I couldn’t move. My eyelids felt stuck, like the barn doors after a...

Violet Plays With Raindrops, 2024 With a fingertip, I caught raindrops on the windowpane one by one, letting the coolness shock my skin...

There’s a clearing in the center of the Salt Towers where the red ash settles. The pointed remains of stalagmites, exposed to the sky...

Some people suffer sleepless nights pondering if the Big Bang proves or disproves God. Others have wondered how God said, “Let there be...

Everything ached. My back throbbed, and each pulse of my heart sent lightning bolts of pain that ricocheted through my contorted spine....

Tira plucked the sethel flower off the stem and sucked the starlight from it. It hinted at sweetness, teasing like the moon on this...

From where you crouch, the city is a swarm of lights. You hear the horn of the final ferry and know it carries the day’s last tourists....

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...