At the end, it was merely an exchange of recipes. The cosmic result of what resulted in being a seven-year itch was a cluster of sheepish asks for fried chicken and grilled salmon and that one recipe with the soup and the homemade croutons from rosemary bread picked up from…

I drive on slick streets with cups of coffee Without any lids on, Which elicits a sense of risk, maybe danger And I can picture you here with long hair …

He’s a guy that trusts paper bag Handles and tries in one breath To blow out birthday candles He likes to rhyme sometimes but Sometimes he doesn’t, also very Conscious…

Up — shooting through a plane of anxiety, Swirling neurons spasm and thrash and trash my body. Down, up, up, down, ascending severity I pray to all deities: Allah, Krishna, God, please. — In between known and unknown, life and death, Relying on periodic updates, in-flight service, The quickening of…

Who am I? I ask this question sometimes, but not as often as I should. It’s healthy, I think, to ponder existence As if it were a fig tree Or a melody Or flames If there is a definitive answer to “Who am I?” then does that make me stale…

Obnoxious noises scratch and claw at the pavement, Searching for the last morsel of nutrients. Tweets bounce off the walls like… well, like misguided birds. Riotpolluteragepoliticizerebelpray; A cacophony of sound that’s not all too pleasant on the ears or the palette. It swirls and eddies like wistful mist, Clouding any…

Quick: In 3 seconds or less Determine where you are Right here, right now. … Didn’t get it right, did ya? You see, the brain is so advanced It has no choice but to take it all in — The lightning pulses of information That strobe in your neurons like …

What I do today

WebMD entices me to be my own doctor To locate the pain and navigate my brain And come up with a clear diagnosis, One that offers a pretty grim prognosis; I work myself up into a tizzy I grow nauseous, I get dizzy Yet I have no medical degree, Just…