0 (0) I’m a plain-grey old pigeon,just one of our worldwide flock,and under nature’s supervisionwe’re allowed to fly anywhereacross this land’s hostile block.You’ll see us circling over Times Square —even from your comfortable armchair. We carry no government welfare,and our feathered softwaresoars above your international nightmare —untouched by the world’s worrying affairwith that relentless viral ...

5 (1) Slimy thoughts packed like sardines Writhe and wriggle in my head Waiting for the moment The tin can closes And leaves them to fester In the brine As their thin scales Dissolve into nothingness And bulging, dead eyes Gaze into the darkness Of the universe And cry salty tears As it stares back ...

5 (1) At first, I thought that was a psychological term that therapists used to validate conflicting emotions. “Well, two things can be true.” I’ve heard it countless times in session, and I didn’t believe it until I saw it in my daily life. It was shocking to know that I might be both mad ...

0 (0) You used to hold my hand when I was ill, cradled me in your arms until I was calm. You watched me take my first steps with a thrill and laughed as your hand swallowed my little palm. But soon enough, I began to grow up. You knew your baby was drifting away. ...

5 (1) Am I a puppet?A monkey destined tosing and dance on a whim?If I slap on foundation,pretty pink lipstick,and fake lashes,will I be real?Or if I toss my templefrom person to person,like a game of hot potato,will that be enough?Should I let rugged hands travelwhat the good Lord made,just to earn a penny of ...