She pushes me away with disgustlike a diner who finds a hair in her meal.I am the plate.Filled with warm delights,still steaming, still trying to be wanted.Untouched and getting colder.Never to be eaten.Destined for the bin,(that graveyard of good...

  Is the mind in the body or the body in the mind? It sounds like a silly question so go on, laugh. Everyone “knows” the mind sits neatly in the brain, like a tenant who pays its rent in thoughts. But what if it’s the other...