The Road – Cormac McCarthy

“The road crossed a dried slough where pipes of ice stood out of the frozen mud like formations in a … More

I am writing fiction – (Poet: Shakeel Badayuni)

I am writing fiction of my anxious heart with color filled eyes waiting for you when you are not there … More

Life is long gamma indeed, Abba. I am so much poorer without your physical presence, but I live my life … More

At this point, it seems there is nothing No moon, no sun, no darkness, no light A look of beauty … More

A technical exercise in computer simulation of granular movement; which is also a reminder that we can no longer distinguish … More

But my story has a symmetry that immediately reminded me of something else that day, and that brought me an … More

I don’t think AI would completely destroy all jobs. Some jobs will disappear, while other new jobs would be created. … More

My hands are upon his face, mirror to the spot where I’ll carry red, puckered scars for the rest of … More

Embers of my longing have been flamed again The Lost trail remembers the way again I’d met a fantasy somewhere … More