[Synapse Storytelling Contest second place winner for poetry.] Tomato /tə’mɔ:dö/ On Sundays like these, I’m paralyzed by curiosity playing psychic...

a public chortle, woven and gleeful

One day there’ll be a reactor meltdown. The seas will swelter in a vicious response

His opulent flame burns with an optimistic flow, spurs pirouetting memories in a room that’s dim;

Not the darkness that stars bathe in Not the brain illness that requires saving

Canada Water. To reconvene my soles with that which made me an author