Beer is my good friend

Beer is my good friend Though never depend How I wish I could For I know I would Forever drink beer A life without fear. I drink to Bastille I drink till I kneel I stumble and fall When I kick the ball Blood with alcohol Just hope I don’t brawl. Nervous system slow Slurring ...

so silent that it has feedback

This Protein Poem was written without a pre-conceived theme.  While the topic of conversation was known, the goal was to allow the poem to move towards a different theme.  Learn more about Protein Poems here. i don't know your thoughts, your audio think would not tell. already girls and boys of America talk about everything ...

Skins

While trying to win back the love of his life, John struggles to keep his identity in a world of continuous plastic surgery.

The Pizza Not Uneaten

Two slices sat on a yellow plate And sorry I could not not eat twain And be one human, quickly I ate And gazed longingly at two grease stains To where the grease glimmered in the light;

Process Art, a Dish Best Practiced Cold: Cell Stories Update 4

What do mitochondria and stories have in common? Read how we continue to hone several cellular processes into a cohesive process that generates a story. This week we discuss the latest developments of our newest piece, Cell Stories.

Hark! The Mosquitoes Ring

Hark! The Mosquitoes Ring Hatred of the itching War on earth as deet sprays Never to my dismay Joyful as itching wanes Mosquitoes are my bane

Solstice with the Most-est?

This last Wednesday marked the longest day of the year, the Summer Solstice (June 21st, 2017).  As the summer drags on, it's become a little too easy to just lay back and enjoy the sunshine. Check out what scientific discoveries we've been reading about lately!

Life of Diamonds

Like a diamond in the sky A planet of carbon Hard and crystallized. Do they have diamond families? Living in diamond houses, Eating diamond food?

Dr. Normhate, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Nuclear Summer

In a world ravaged by a decade of war, how far would desperation push those in power to stop the fighting? How many years would it take for them to learn to stop worrying and love the bomb?

I Thought We Were Supposed to Talk about Other Things

Disappointed portrait supposed talk about other things the truth is getting it covered up

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