Dylan Thomas, the great Welsh poet, captured the essence of turgor pressure when he wrote, “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower / Drives my green age.”
Suddenly sprouting from dry backyards one or two, even three in late summer, pink as cotton candy or pink as face powder naked ladies along sidewalks we’re driving past brown
I see jet exhaust in the sky, a single line that stretches from one cloud to the next and wish to jump high enough so I can use it like
Light is both a particle and a wave. Two things that have the potential of becoming one or the other in the same moment depending upon circumstances. Or is it
For several days, a dead insect had been on the windowsill. Maybe it kept trying to get outside, to fly free, frustrated because the pane would not budge until it
When I think about membranes, I think about permeability, movement from one place to another. Add sunshine with water to speed along carbon dioxide capture with a big sigh of