Category: Prosery

The garden is a map of patience, its soil holding secrets of yesterday’s […]
As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue […]
Do you see the poem   happening to me when I look at […]
The city is a sprawling labyrinth of ash and steel, its skyline serrated […]
There are few things in this world that cannot fully be explained, that […]
Imagine thumbing through the travel brochures of your mind, white showers that write […]