Donah's Ink

Warning: This piece contains explicit references to Math and Science.

We’ve all heard the term “universal truths.”

I don’t know if heaven or hell exist, but if both do, then it seems there’s a 50% chance of a bad outcome.

I walked the road where shadows weep, And asked the wind its secrets deep.

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon when a couple of friends and I went for a walk through the botanical gardens, which was lovely.

Rain-slick streets pulsed blue green, A city holding its breath between plays, We were strangers threaded through jerseys, Voices braided into one rough chorus.

The Willamette, a youthful river, slick and deep, Reflecting neon signs that never sleep.

I gave this pitch to a producer for a film short I wrote.

It was a nice day out, so I took a break from my job at AlterGenTech Industries and went for a stroll on the beautiful grounds outside our building.

The hospice door was a bruise of brown paint swollen in its frame.