Dec 14, 2024 | Fiction, Poetry |
There must be a wound!No one can be this hurtand not bleed. How could she injure me so?No marksNo bruises Worse!People say ‘My, you’re looking well’…..God help me!She’s mummified me -ALIVE!
Nov 23, 2024 | Fiction, Geekery |
Today is his four hundredth and thirty-fourth day in space, a tally arrived at over three different missions. He keeps close count. Of this mission it’s day eighty-eight. In a single nine-month mission there are in total roughly five hundred and forty hours of morning...