What is happening in the above picture? Is there laughter in sadness? Is there home amidst destruction? Is there love in hatred? Below is an exploration of opposites as well as why and how we use them.

You know, the sun was sliding across his face, like it does every morning. Today, the solar caress of faded light fell perfectly between his gray and gold whiskers, scattered across his face like dried

Nature is the best poet I know. Whoever moves her hand and voice is more than any of the confined minds of man can muster. An acorn's sharp impact with the ground is such a precise period. The wind sifting

I could respond to you as Earth: hard as mountainface, remembering every facet of growth malignant, adhering to the sands of as happened. I could respond to you as Water: the ebb and flow of emoting waves

Some slam about instagram: We are the unique ones! Everything unique and now! Everything just for you! Clap your hands to my beat, and nobody dance, less you see the others, slight hip twitches and head

![ I encourage you all to read the book 'Sex at Dawn'. Link: It is written by a pair of evolutionary psychologists who challenge our status quo relationship with both our sexuality and our practice of

I must be the last sip of wine in a lady's glass, I must be the dried beer that sticks to the sole, I must be the cigarette half smoked, discarded, Retrieved by seagull and rejected again. I must be the

I would like to ask the community what are your thoughts on freedom? Especially in America, there is this endless obsession with freedom and protecting it. The idea is tossed around incessantly, yet I'm