She was blessed with a wonderful voice, and when she stood in the spotlight, she sang for all to hear. Her voice was pitch-perfect, able to climb all the highs and ride all the lows. With virtual ease she could sing any verse, any chorus, any refrain. A faint quiver…

I’m the fifty-clap guy. I am that guy on Medium, your biggest cheerleader. I’m the Olympics diving-judge whose score is thrown out for being too high. I don’t care. I am here to give you your flowers. All of them. I’m here to make up for the one-clap clappers. (But…

In Honor of all Poets and International Poetry Day It’s all like music, the way the events, emotions, and landscapes, write themselves in a colorful symphony of letters and words that devour our senses, so that we exhibit synesthesia, unable to distinguish sight from sound, or taste from touch. A…

A Pot of Inspiration for the New Year The water molecules glided over each other, in a fluid lazy motion. Life was good in their settled community, the transparent jar they called home. There, they moved at their own pace. They were not the most curious bunch of molecules, but…

It was as if Knight had been predestined to enter into Alissa’s universe at that very moment. All the coordinates of time, energy, space, biomechanics, science, and paranormal occurrences, intersected. …

I took this cellphone picture of my daughter over the summer. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but what does this picture say? Does it tell you that it was a gloriously warm summer day for a family excursion? …

The evil woman from the Contracts Department, the one with the rosy cheeks has done us in with her sweets. She’s poisoned our office with her baked goods, the irresistible ones. Literally irresistible, the cookies draw us towards them with a gravitational pull that is so famous that the lure is now lore. Quite simply, humans can’t resist. It’s like culinary crack that crunches then melts simultaneously on our unguarded…

Notes From My Work Diary — Introducing BathroomJanitor I just had an interesting conversation with the new bathroom janitor. I introduced myself as one of the managers. Not his manager, but one of the managers in the building. Nice guy. He told me about how much energy he puts into cleaning the bathroom, which apparently is…

The Perception and Experience of a Natural Miracle I squinted, then peered through my murky morning lenses, as pain pulsed through my lower back. It was sore and it felt constricted, as if a giant python had wrapped itself around my torso, slowly and meticulously crushing my vertebrae. The pounding…