I sit here and watch the shows that I've seen, nothing new arrives to make me keen. I wish I had something else to do, can somebody please tell me what's new? The hours crawl by, slow as can be, with nothing around to entertain me.

I have a fear of giants. My condition is called...

I am a towering structure; I am a tiny footnote. I symbol divinity. I denote death. I could be found in a garden, or a museum, or a citation. What am I?

Dogs can’t operate MRI machines, but . . .

No hands I have, yet still I press, In moments thick with expectation’s stress.