Relics

We all die. Relics left behind for others, once culturally defined, a slurry now of overcooked vegetables in the melting pot of what humanity has become; For better, we are more homogenous, conferring fewer reasons to hate that which is and ever was kindred. Knowing...

GYPSY

The old woman clasps worn cards wearily to grizzled chin, vertical lines set deep as piercing black eyes etched into an apple doll face. Sweeping swollen arthritic fingers over lined forehead, drumming now, listening to the hollow sound of bony digits echoing against...

BLOGOSPHERE

Blogging provides a virtual and sometimes therapeutic channel in which to pour one’s thoughts and feelings that, in turn, insinuate themselves into the collective like dye injected into a crystalline ocean. Slowly spreading, the new medium eventually becomes...