Poets, they may come and go While others are here to stay And though some you’ll never know The ones you meet…change your fate   Such were my travels when I was Deep Underground The harder side of poetry was never the same When I met...

The veranda was quiet and peaceful. The roof of the house provided comfortable shade, and the sun-drenched pine forest filled the air with the scent of pine needles and the occasional soft chirping of forest birds. The scientist sat down...

The girl looked around. The platform was surrounded only by pine forest. There were so many of these useless stations, built by construction robots every twenty kilometers. Perhaps, in time, a small town with parks and shops would appear...

The snow-white high-speed train on a magnetic cushion flew through endless forest expanses. Like an arrow, it pierced the dark green hills, flew over bridges across rivers, and glided along viaducts along the shores of wide lakes, which reflected...