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- Runner-Up in The Aquarium Challenge
Eight Heads Are Better Than OneRunner-Up in The Aquarium Challenge
Mia Part 1: LIFE WATERS Our entire family was excited to watch the 100-gallon tank get set up, but no one as much as me after my solitary goldfish, Gilda, who lived alone in a simple water bowl, had also died alone.
When Dragons Lay
Too easy. Easy to... This is what the beast thought. Not in those words, exactly, but in those circuitous brain loops that go round and round, dip and ascend, dive deep and recoil higher, until the obvious drives his next move. One cautionary sieve of constraint filtered the itinerary to allow an unexpected conclusion.
The Best Part of the Day--
Nothing left in the day for me; nothing left in the day for you; the business of the date now gone, schedules closed for peace and pause. I get into the bed for you; you get under the sheets for me; we lay together, spent and weak, respite from calendars' claws.
Inflation in a Box
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Certainly, they couldn't say it in space. Regardless, this isn't completely true, however, because there's no such thing as a perfect vacuum. There are dust and worlds and dark matter and even things yet to be discovered or theorized. Even if it were a perfect vacuum, the spoiler is that a perfect vacuum isn't stable, sucking into it, from oblivion, things that didn't exist a nanomoment before, before they were to pop back to wherever, again. Probability fields mix with possibility fields until eyes focus on what's in them, collapsing these quantum houses of cards.
End of the Line
The first thing I noticed--the first thing to reach out to me from the outside world, to pull me back in--was the vibration. I felt it on the back of my skull, bone-rattling, my head too heavy to lift. My brain was stirred and whisked as if all the memories within were trying to gel together --short term or long term, fleeting or fixed fast--didn't matter: they were all spilling out as the glob that defines me.
Rx: Live Long and Well
My father died at the age of 85, just shy of the new millenium. He was in good health, but something inside of him made him simply "check out." He stopped walking, as if it were an arbitrary decision, and he was admitted to the hospital for which he had once served as Chief-of-Staff dozens of years earlier. It was as if he was simply "finished"; as if he had accomplished everything he had wanted to do; as if there were nothing left to live for.
And the Winner for the Best Slap Goes to...
It was Sunday evening, March 27, and the stars, the A-listers, and even erstwhile celebs were convened at their annual meeting to back-pat, mutually admire, and distance themselves from all of the little people in the world.