The smell. It comes from nowhere, no origin For whether it was being or illusion, Even metacognition offers no solution. …
Lament of a Fading Past
A Tour of Great Passing Red glares of flare enclose the browning sands, To sketch evenings with shades of swarthy …
Nyx
Chilly air seeps through cracks in the cars’ shaking chassis: the old, bumpy, road threatens to rattle the even older …
Love on Earth
I was wrong. I was completely and utterly wrong. So wrong that I would admit it willingly to the heavens …
Holofeucene
Alone. Atop the soaring spire of rock, the tattered cloth rifles in the cold, misty wind, starkly defying the rain-faded …
The Billionth Number
I once knew a girl who dreamed of measuring the universe. She was hospitalised with a condition that would impede …
Incandescence
Cadence lived in fear of the dark. Achluophobia, they called it, but she didn’t know that then. She didn’t know …
Stiff.
Stiff. Cold; teeth chattering, a filler of sound for the air of silence enveloping your surroundings. Stiff. Hiding in the …
In the laboratory
blue flame danced under a beaker unknown it sends us mere molecules on a journey which lasts a lifetime. in …