Cracking some eggs this morning, I Find an odd sort of solace here. Between mopped tiles and windexed glass, I feel a tranquil atmosphere. A sense that kitchen knives and spoons Are where they're meant to be, while I Go fumbling through the shelves and drawers Before all waken to their chores. Before soft light can harden like These eggs upon the frying pan. To think, that bodies strive and fret While others slumber without plan, Either in a bed or coffin, Merely dreaming or being dreamt o...

A Stranger's Kitchen Cracking some eggs this morning, I Find an odd sort of solace here. Between mopped tiles and windexed glass, I feel a tranquil atmosphere. A sense that kitchen knives and spoons Are where they're meant to be, while I Go fumbling through the shelves and drawers Before all waken to their chores. Before soft light can harden like These eggs upon the frying pan. To think, that bodies strive and fret While others slumber without plan, Either in a bed or coffin, Merely dre...

I sit here. The granite finally feels colder than hot. The grass is cool, almost damp. Dark green, interspersed with some yellow deadening, twigs, clovers, rough patches. Not necessarily barefoot grass, not idealistic in any sense. But it seems to lend crispness to the air; it seems to lower the atmosphere a degree or two, darken the very trees and stones existing in its verdure. Naturally, evening is descending. The sun drops behind the distant building, and its aura blanches the roof. It’s ...

Something in him changed; he was sad beyond movement or tears. It was as if he was remorseful for a past life of order, cruelty, and fiery retribution…of cold calculation and naked ambition. He was sobered into his body, his mind, his heart. It was as if his whole body had just shuddered into existence. And every memory rose up entirely at once, like a monstrous tsunami washing over all his previous dreams, fantasies, wishes, desires; it was like an epiphany unaccompanied by briskness, a tran...

It’s like my passion has liquefied every mineral in my very being. Even the harshest, toughest, darkest element deposited in my body has melted in the relentless pressure, heat, and unending movement of this molten lava: it dips, retracts, expands, contracts, swirls, gyrates and leaps in violent erratic motion. I am poured whole into her, she into me… a perpetual dance of fire through icy darkness.

I sit far below the vaulting roof A white robe lies beside me The granite altar chills my glutes A black rose floats before me Something gravely heavy slams shut Echoes resound beyond hearing Reliefs of bulls, goats, dragons, serpents... Spiral up the dome in soft progression Light drops from the oculus Red crosses on gold disks illume.

Because when one asks whether the glass Is half-full or half-empty, We only see the glass. Ockham’s razor is our mantra: Repeated while growing up, after A bully beats us up, or while falling in love, After having a baby or on our death beds. Oh, we too crave a cosmic allusion or two Like the rest of you To reinforce, relieve our nagging plight, To provide stock meaning to our petty struggles, To silhouette our fading facades. And then our Ave Maria sings “The universe moves towards efficienc...

“Purity,” he murmurs, “Purity…” And with his sky-blue eyes, he peers: “There are three modes: The good, passionate, and ignorant… One cannot eat meat, as up to Noah. Needless to say, no poison: caffeine, alcohol, nicotine… And one can marry, but cannot have sex Unless to reproduce, and only then When the lovers plan to raise the spirit-soul as themselves For what is the point of bringing a life, a consciousness, Into this world without a manual, Begetting more ignorance, and suffering? One ma...

Whenever you’re first Called “Sir,” boy, remember it. Slide your finger through soggy cement; carve it in bamboo, or a Red Wood. Tag it on an overpass. Brand it on your arm, or tat it across your chest. Piss the date upon the sea. Your wallet suddenly bulges, though not necessarily from cash. And you give away your posters, and replace them with art (eventually framed art). More of your favorite songs are called flashbacks, oldies, and finally, “classic.” You begin wondering how you look when...

All you have to do to italicize something is to hit the underscore key right before the word or phrase you wish to italicize. Then hit the underscore key again right after the word or the phrase. No spaces between the last letter and the underscore mark. The underscore key is had by using shift and hitting the hyphen key. That’s how you get italics on Urbis. Someone figured it out, not me! :) Hope this helps! _Good luck!_ How to bold: Just put a star before and after a word or phrase you want...