A mountain goat that walks its life on a ledge to lick the last crystals of salt on rock millenia of biological memory swarming in that single cell that craves for a reward, a chemical treat, an electrical impulse hoping they don't wander afar, in search of momentary bliss the higher and higher, the fall steeper it helps to not look down the taste of bliss lingering on the tip of its tongue treading the thin crack of stone it is not lonely up there, they slowly realize salt c

At Mozfest. Self promotion is hard for an artist, talking about the work even harder. How lucky did I get when I got placed right next to a comfortable sofa at my installation space for Mozilla festival. I sat quietly and observed kids and adults walk past the installation. A pause, some intrigue and many questions. Some even came back to see the artwork again. Most didn't know I was the artist, and I stayed behind as I felt my explanation would kill the artwork. This was the

Love is small, life is huge inside a beating heart that speaks of desire to live to breathe in, expanding and contracting running into a green field with arms wide open screaming into the sky in broad daylight fresh like the morning dew on a blade of grass birthing every moment anew a blooming flower that picks up the bees from the air in stillness, finding companions from afar, a place unknown or a shooting star that enters an atmosphere burning itself on the way through giv

On March 21st, members of the url community came together to discuss a short story "Allonsy!", written by Dhara Parekh from her short story collection "Take a Seat at the Cosmic Campfire." The discussion spanned across themes of feminism, loneliness and even cooking under the umbrella of the science fiction sub genre of time travel. Dhara's answers fascinated everyone and encouraged the audience to delve into more sci-fi sub genres within the literary landscape. The event was

Willing yourself into hard acceptance that it is not, and never will be again Believing into the reality even if it disagrees with your truth I stare into the days of emptiness hard willing myself into existence I am awoken by a faint whisper A goodbye at the door A night well spent, or maybe not I shroud the light drifting through my window with a curtain of black Waiting for a past night to return Until then, I am in a state of mourning --S

I was born in a home wrapped in flesh and blood nutrients oozing through its walls beating with the rhythm of my own heart I was brought up in a home with a hundred helping hands carrying me around in circles hugging and holding my tender body I lived in a home of dust and smoke soot layered in the walls and floor washed with water, oil and soap I left a home sunlight filtering through the ceiling creepers crawling across its walls with smells of wood and metal Homes grew aro