As the evening rises across the bay, the golden bridges on our faces meet to make a crossing so great...

[Second place Synapse Storytelling Contest winner for poetry.] As I step across the bay, Wond’ring if those golden days Were...

Have you ever felt your heart beat align with the kick? Or the hits make your eardrums tickle, the special...

The sun is out The DJ’s on But the most profound Is when it’s all gone

To all the recreational runners, or hobby joggers (and I use this term in a non-derogatory manner), who run not...

6 feet off the ground but 60 feet beneath the crown

Have you ever noticed how a waterfall falls? Spirits of glacial spittle traverse towards the earth at different rates.

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