To the vagabond, To the derelict, To those labeled insane or crazed Whose frame of mind is lucid We are the ones to whom others hold dear, Long after our …
Don black with drapes of vigor Skeletons proceed with quease and quiver When thy homunculus concede And the dark yearns for me Fed flesh, but greater still Cannibalize a person’s …
Carry on, ye’ darkest depths; Poseidons’ realm doth hith’r, Why, Davy Jones locker accepts, The intrepid; wane to with’r. For none wallow in the bed of seas— For some swallow …
A curious contraption, this two-way glass, It peers through the future and dredges the past. A marvel of science, a tool of delight, But oh, the peculiar things it brings …
What Must It Take? A hybrid poem/article By Mitchell Ryan Distin, PhD How many more wildfires must it take— skies choked black, horizons bleeding red— before we see the matchstick …
Life ain’t just a simple shuffle from gene to group, It’s a grand, tangled waltz, full of loops and recoups. Selection plays tricks, both high and low, Spinning a web …