Crossing the Street
remember the first time you crossed the street on your own? untethered not clinging to Mom? and Dad? did you ever think it would come to this?
Read More →remember the first time you crossed the street on your own? untethered not clinging to Mom? and Dad? did you ever think it would come to this?
Read More →Remember when we were kids and we’d look up at the stars or the clouds or at passing airplanes? Remember looking up and wishing that Superman or the Starship Enterprise would zoom past...
Read More →Growing up, I was a huge fan of Star Trek and I dreamed of a future where I too could own a tricorder or a communicator or a pad like the one used...
Read More →Grant me safe passage Or something like that. As a prayer It’s easy enough But like every other prayer It has gone unanswered.
Read More →A million people on the street. Protesting poverty? Fighting the government? Crying out for change? No. They came out for carnival rides and meat on a stick served in a part of the...
Read More →The sign is ancient and leached of colour therefore the food here is either exceptional or cheap.
Read More →The years have not been kind but despite my ragged looks and my threadbare coat I could still use a hug now and again.
Read More →Sometimes planet Earth seems like the wrong place to be and I end up looking elsewhere for inspiration. Sadly the sci fi novels of my youth ended up being lies and there are...
Read More →Manufactured light. Nothing short of a miracle among the many miracles that we have created— and a far greater wonder than ghosts that still grip far too many of us.
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