My mind is shimmering. Like a flat expanse of endless desert drying out each day in the sun. Desolate mind-scapes poured into my nose, my eyes, my ears, my mouth. The only senses I have left: the earth is jagged against …

Dousing waters with flames of green

If this post were a real place. It would be a massive black room with red and white paint speckled from corner to corner. Any overlap of red and white would be electric violet. The entire room would be lit up and glowing…

I see myself in my house. On my computer. I see my city. My community and society. They are my little section of the world. We are all here... But then I see the world. I see clearly a few others whose lives I have …