I don t know anything, that s why I write fiction.
Warning: This piece contains explicit references to Math and Science. We have all heard of the Karma Sutra, the ancient Hindu Sanskrit text about sexuality, eroticism and emotional fulfillment in life. But I am Sapiosexual, which is a person sexually attracted to intelligence and the human mind. I decided to write a Karma Sutra for [ ]
We’ve all heard the term universal truths. What does that even mean? Supposedly it’s things that everyone agrees on. Examples are things like We are all fallible, “Life is not entirely good or bad, “Everything is interconnected, “Just be yourself and people will like you, or “Change is constant”, crap like that. Translation, here is [ ]
I don t know if heaven or hell exist, but if both do, then it seems there’s a 50% chance of a bad outcome. So, I’ve been asking people if they would want to be cryogenically preserved. That’s where, when you die, they freeze you at a super low temperature, and in the future, advanced medical [ ]
I walked the road where shadows weep, And asked the wind its secrets deep. What binds the sky to earth below?It sighed and fled, I did not know. I found a thread so frail, so thin, A trembling light beneath my skin. It whispered of a love untold, Of hearts that ache and hands that hold. Who cares I cried [ ]
It was a beautiful sunny afternoon when a couple of friends and I went for a walk through the botanical gardens, which was lovely. Whenever I go to something like that, I take with me my little poetry notebook in case I get inspired. I don’t write the poem right then. I make notes that [ ]
Rain-slick streets pulsed blue green,A city holding its breath between plays,We were strangers threaded through jerseys,Voices braided into one rough chorus. I came for the free beer, but stayedWhen the room became a living thing,Elbows knocking ribs and laughterSpilling like a tipped-over pint. Then the interception!The roar tore through us, electric,And for a few seconds [ ]
The Willamette, a youthful river, slick and deep,Reflecting neon signs that never sleep.Tonight, it holds the bar light’s fractured gleam,And pulls the current of a waking dream. Two old dudes riffing guitar and a harmonica wail,Notes twist like slipknot in a midnight gale.The bass drum thumps a heartbeat on the floor,While young and old lean [ ]
I gave this pitch to a producer for a film short I wrote. Tell me what you guys think. A sexually repressed woman, in order to confront her anxiety of sexual intimacy, is persuaded by her best friend to attend a pervert themed costume party, you know like in that movie Eyes Wide Shut. She [ ]
It was a nice day out, so I took a break from my job at AlterGenTech Industries and went for a stroll on the beautiful grounds outside our building. We were working on a gene therapy to non-surgically enlarge women’s breasts. Suddenly a little dog the size of a rat started chasing me and barking [ ]
The hospice door was a bruise of brown paintswollen in its frame. Inside, the air tastedof disinfectant and old dust shakenfrom an album spine. Thirty winters stacked like cordwood between us. Then his armsopened like parenthesesto hold my name. Donna.A noun dissolving glaciers. When the call came, gone, I reached,past pronouns, past the staticof unopened [ ]