Between a suspension and a solution is a colloid, a type of suspension that forms from intimate mixing of two immiscible materials, elements that would otherwise remain separate, but are combined into a new stable substance. One acts as a substrate – a medium – holding the other in a place it is not usually … Continue reading suspensions
Hallelujah, The well is not dry. Hallelujah, The well is not dry. I can still hear the sound of water trickling through its subterranean course, a flow gentle and soothing and it calls out to me, in a whisper I can almost feel. Daily, I drop a small stone, clean and smooth, carefully selected to … Continue reading The well
In four acts Atto Primo When a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound? if there’s no ear to take it in, and not a soul around. Is there any ruckus when the tallest branches hit. Frankly, dear, I have to say, I just don’t give a shit. Instead there is another … Continue reading Themes and variations on “if a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound?”
I dreamed I was breathing, but awoke, suddenly, to realize that I was not. My breath was caught on last night’s good bye kiss, which I suddenly realized meant more than just “see you later.” It made my air clench in my throat, and I was getting faint. I was able to cough it clear, … Continue reading Respiratory Therapy
I miss your charm, your effervescence, Your easy smile’s luminescence I love that our love’s coalescence, Is such a blessing at its essence. But even your bright incandescence leaves just a fading phosphorescence So, in my anxious convalescence, From a bout of adolescence, I feared my thoughtless acquiescence Had caused our union’s obsolescence. But now … Continue reading Essence
what he said when he broke up with me during sex because I was too tender. I want to fuck and not make love. Give me your sword and not the dove. I need to be objectified, And leave romantic strings untied. We had a deal, since this began. You knew the way this river … Continue reading Sword and Dove
My finger traced your apology in the dusty residue of your absence. Motes and fragments of your habits cling to the apartment and the furniture. A scuff from your impossibly narrow dress boots on the kitchen tile. The dried chalk of your mail-order, not tested on animals toothpaste clings to the bathroom faucet. A drink … Continue reading Traces
T-time passed and then the crash Her only lovers paid her cash She wore a tattered wedding gown, The dust of snow, her glistening crown. She chose, this time, to change her life. To leave the drugs, the johns, the knife. Better than her pimp could give, Like royalty, she dreamed to live. She walked … Continue reading Princess T
There are scars on the sky There are stories in those scars Going home, leaving home Vacation, deployment There are tears and there is excitement There is chatter and annoyance, Loss and beginnings. A new grandmother, anxiously trying to learn to knit before the child is too old to wear her handiwork. A woman still … Continue reading Scars on the Sky
The wind makes its own decisions. Like any farmer on generations of loess, those decisions are very similar from year-to-year, but always they adapt to the current conditions. Occasionally it loses its temper, and scatters sod and silo, board and batten. Force of nature becomes force majeure. But it soon regains its composure, and goes … Continue reading Prairie wind
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