It was cleaning day at the Fossil’s mansion and this was never a simple or easy affair. Everything, and I mean absolutely everything, got...

This is Us: a brilliance of baffling biology - concrete shells replete w/ sparkling souls. This is Us: a massive miraculous mess of sizes...

The sand was almost warm, as it furled around Abena-Izaura’s toes – while its slightly abrasive essence buffed her tender soles. The...

REALITY CHECK. Always know that what you see and do is not real, in the sense that it is in fact a social construct. This means, there...

So much Love in the world lost to Black Lives that matter. Lest you 4get, we are in this inhumane mess 2gether w/ a common disdain...

Words stick in my throat, so narrow, fallow lying lined in my gullet unsaid and unsound unfound on any page known to both you and I....

Learning is not something that happens in parenthesis; something you bookend between your head, four walls, a class period, a school...

Lucinda's face was nothing to write home about. In fact if you were to hear it said--by the townsfolk--she had a visage that would not...

This is it: jumping, letting myself , , , , drop backward into unknown futures; letting myself go , , , , , , into an infinite universe -...

I tell you something's off, wrong in the way we are in this world. Can't you see it in the artless uni-visions, erasing diverse...

My hand in yours clutched like a straw drawn perhaps too short in this love-life.

She wants to be fearless. She wants to be a warrior, so she chanted: You've nothing to fear, but fear itself. You've nothing to fear, but...

She heard she had a media naranja, whose essence made her pip whole.

Quiet Gentle Loving True This is how I think of You.

She wanted freedom more than love; so became Love in freedom

It is that time of year again: when most of us get an opportunity to stop and reflect on how mindful we have been to date, especially in...

I AM still in the process of evolving, even though I could say that a certain core part of me is more-or-less set, in stone. But if asked...

Only the other day, I was telling a friend that we are now living in a STEM-gone-wild world. By this I refer to the current obsession,...

I was thinking the other day that as we all race towards this thing called progress, we appear to be leaving many of our human values...

Make the jump, these words did not so much flash across Rita’s mind, as course through her trembling body teetering on the cold stone...