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...

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