PROSE & POETRY

Somewhere a child looks up… heartbroken, as a prized possession, seemingly with a life of its own, now fluttering beyond reach, fades...

Humanity has hobbled me; warned then ignored, 2030, sooner, 2.7 degrees Fahrenheit, above per-industrial averages, technology exceeded...

Falling, chest tight, breath constricted, into the unknown. At first, I see a blue haze, a fuzzy form, edges undefined. Flailing,...

I’m walking down the corridor of time Seeing what there is to see Doing what there is to do Alone. I’m going to the party down the block...