People may have a bigger part in the story of biosonar than you may realize. Noise pollution caused by our technologies is putting strain on animals that rely on echolocation. But on a different note, we’re also learning that with practice, humans can also echolocate. So what do these two different revelations mean for the future? Perhaps it would be best to get a better understanding of how echolocation works first. When I think of echolocation, my mind immediately goes to b

Greetings, Earthlings.  The homo sapien is an organism that I’m sure we’re all familiar with. Most famous for being bad at running, swimming, jumping, climbing, burrowing, camouflage and even just making positive contributions to their respective ecosystems; the human animal is usually only redeemed by their remarkable intellectual capability. Now that you can place them, remember all of those times I said, “I will teach you anatomy, but not today”? Well, today actually is th

Secret Society It had taken time, patience, some pleading, a little bit of magic, an excessive amount of frowning, and three long days, but finally, finally, Rienna broke off a piece of clear crystal the size of a beetle. Without Xia being able to hurl the crystal into other objects with impossible force, it had been a fair amount more difficult than splitting the purple one. With malicious happiness, Rienna placed the crystalline shard in the locket around her neck and cha

I felt so much,  that I started to feel nothing I wanted to say so much,  That I said nothing   Yet that was everything. Too much of everything.  Stop me before my heart begins to race I'm reliving every second I promised wouldn’t leave a trace  You can look back sometimes, But don't ever fully turn around. Those feelings are an anchor, Proof you are alive. Because at least you can feel. Reach into me with your hands And your fingertips will kiss  the nothingness, That inhabi

The earth hums, beneath the roots. A language of shadow.  Dust,  each grain a word. Too small to grasp.  Each breath of hesitation. Between the old,  and the  forgotten.  The sky fractures  into a thousand pieces. Not one, fit together. Whilst clouds curl like smoke. They do not rise, only do they fold back into themselves. Carrying stories they refuse to tell. A stone sits heavy.  Its skin worn smooth by times of quiet insistence. No meaning in the smoothness,  only absence