I am enraptured by the idea of those who live forever; who seek a future between pebbles on the side of the highway, in cracks on stone paths once wandered, the space between stars in the Andromeda Galaxy. In the early twilight — horizon sagging with the light of...

Penultimate in her revelation, life oozes from the apex of the woman lying in the truck bed beneath stars.   Red-hot, startled, she explores the bulging buds, heavy with sap, virginal and exposed, a mirror of mother Gaia.   She runs her fingers along the green stems,...

We, as individuals, are cynical. We are blameless, we say, bystanders, we say. The same old days in and out, in and out, in and out, an endless malaise. The final flush circles the drain. We cower back, scared to take on a solemn responsibility passed generation by...