Barely perceptible, the last of the sun’s rays cosset behind a soft grey cloud, slowly almost enough to steal away one’s breath, almost, but oh, it is nothing, nothing in comparison to— He is a cinnamon peeler; unrivaled, do not follow his lead, for you will end up covered… Read more“The Cinnamon Peeler”
Pigeons are the first to comprehend; perched across the street, they like me are surveying the abalone-grey clouds and population, I can almost make out the anguish and cries, the human inclination to waver between mists of time and state of things. Must we continue to let the system cheat… Read more“On the rooftop unbroken by city, wheel and unripe hope”
Changing the world is something that’s done a little at a time, it’s when creative minds dream up new ideas, new possibilities and technologies. Just as seedlings, which after so long asleep, wake. Their leaves, at first pale, infuse with green. That being said, in order to accomplish the said… Read more“Nothing is planted without forethought”
