Category: More Tomorrow

When a silence falls in the forest and no one is around to hear, does a tree sacrifice itself to fill the awkward void? 14/365

The Sun is dust on fire. The Moon is dust on ice. The Earth is a dusty ball        with a dusty web        of dust-based life. We are the dust that learns               to think,                       to speak,        to dream. 12/365

The coaster returns to the platform. Eyes bleary, voice weary, the operator croaks, “All done, sir?” “Again,” I tell him. “Again, and this time add another loop!” 11/365

A man built a machine that turned paper to gold, sparking revolutions of science, of religion, of thought, dragging the world from Dark Ages to Now, when Gutenberg lost his printing press to venture capitalists. 10/365

“Take me out to the ballgame,” Caroline urged her beau, and off they go; Season tix. All through the first six Caroline screams for the hometown crew. Down by two, but in inning seven they score eleven! Caroline stands, sings stretches arms to the sky. So good, So good, So good! 9/365

Yours is as reliable as the sun rising in the east. Mine is as reliable as a fountain of cesium 133. May the best clock win! 8/365

As dusk settles in, a swarm of Italian-made scooters roars past, engines singing, “Make haste!” in chorus to the darkening sky. 7/365

How many miles of likes, How many gallons of reposts, How many acres of followers, are equal to one genuine connection? 6/365

Beyond the horizon lie spaces far older or younger than what we can see. One bit ravaged by entropy and time, its photons locked into place, forever frozen. Another still waiting, a trillion more years until the first caress of the Creator’s fingertips. Next question? 5/365

A road diverged in yellowed woods with neon letters burning bright: “Progress” to the left-hand fork, “Nostalgia” to the right. I took my machete to the brush between, and so I split the difference. 3/365