You, me, and whoever wrote these words, here may we rest a while. And talk with the dead. Searching minds

Merlin had warned them twice. “Not the gold dust,” he had said, lifting the goblet with the solemnity of a

When we go through the hot-process of reading stories we are changed and the world itself seems to be telling

Q: to Claude a.i. Sonnet 4.6, “How do you envision the convergence of a.i. and human neurology?” A: I’ll admit

Call it dark. The cosmic frenzy of dark energy. Trillions of scattering galaxies. What force is flinging them in every

The owl is looking for you.  The owl’s voice is a question whose answer is you. The owl’s flower face