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"Reality Doesn’t Exist Until We Measure It, Quantum Experiment Confirms,” or so they’d have us believe. Measure withwhat"I&..

Neurons, axons, winter trees, and the river delta reach for this moment inside, where my blood boils and subsides like steady breathing. ..

I’ve kissed the darkness more than once but never had what it takes to move there, to live without the sun on my shoulders,...

There ain’t no difference between me now and way back, sixty years ago; I’ve always wanted to know it all, taste everything..

We went into the woods, and camped a couple of days, wasn’t much to do, not much to see. The trees were big, and the creek wa..

That half peach moon, like a tilted cup at the end of the road I’m traveling slips naked through a thin cloud on her way down.Her b..

A Dr. I did not know walked in and looked toward me, walked over to her, did a few things and looked down at his watch. Without any c..

When the lights go out for good and the few still left have returned to tribal roots in the ruins, the academics will dance in ..

It should come as no surprise that water turns dirt to mud and when we walk through it, our feet get dirty. What a mess! Or t..

Sometimes, when you catch me rapt, it is because in my overactive neural-net the phosphorous ions are bouncing along on an imagined ..