The pool is cold. I look down from the high dive, Arms shivering, or, Maybe trembling. It’s hard to distinguish between Cold feet and...

I grasp the black screen, Just to check in with, All the important things in The world. My focus narrows as I Lose myself in the...

Reading these words, Etched across the page. Carved on mashed pulp, Stained with thoughts and Ideas of centuries that Pass down to the...