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One morning a Red Robin was chirping in the tree of the yard of my Brooklyn apartment. I've called from the top of a tree, over the mountain all the way to the sea. "Hello! Are you there?" Three times repeated my call hasn't

2038, JAN 1ST Effective immediately all access to the 'Public Digital Information' commonly known as 'the internet' is prohibited. Any action attempting to allow unauthorized individuals to access PDI will be prosecuted under the 'Revitalization Act'. The decision is based on the 40-year data

Sometimes I just stare at the blank page and think to myself: "How many before me felt as clueless as I do now?" What to write? NO - what to say? Wrong again - what to answer? "Do all people just ask themselves questions and write their

An estranged wave smiled in the face of the black boppin buoy. Momentarily red from the slap-of-a-splash the anchored bopped sprang back and front in fury. Swarms of small schools circled in synchronic motion. One tiny fish left behind got gnawed without bloodshed. The buoy black again moved back and

On my walk to airport train under the weekend bag weight I rested in a crow filled park. A black beak shadows the fresh cut of the green grass. Objects scattered, made of stone, concrete, marble, cast from alloys long gone. "Craw... craw", beak lets out in still-tone;

Under the heavy burden of stones and rubble, Ekalb opened the eyes of his beloved. Dead. Weighted physically, but moreso by the guilt over the soul leaving its body, Ekalb was calculating. Before he was able to finish streaks of light stemming from the black ceiling hit the fading dead

Right after a guided tour through Catacombe di San Callisto I sat down in the Roman summer and pour down the feelings of the place. Were he to look elsewhere his gaze would graze the future. Distilled from an adventure as a fan, but not a participant and hardly the

Robrod and Annie carried themselves proud through the Prime New York. Their style on spot. Shoes shined, fabrics glistening almost as much as the pupils of the onlookers. The attraction was in the air and real. RobAnn gulped the interest coming their way like ambrosia. A galactic minute later there

In the battle of the rights, I wish one of us had won. Instead, we settled, on a compromise. I don't get my freedom. You don't get your privacy. The eyes across the room laugh at us. They have me trapped and know all about you.

Sir Reginald Green had an everyman dream that himself will be seen as the original and not the reflection. By each day's end he had run the line through the unlimited bucket list: * Balancing on top of a ceramic plate * Teach a parrot theory of relativity * Eat the