The source of Life

Nighttime. The city lights roar with a flickering glee unlike the current backdrop of the pandemic, a myriad of sporadic energies blinking throughout the town. Busy roads shrink into black and the inhabitants hush to a whisper. Can you remember what life was like before it was taken by the Earth and flipped upside down? … Read more

Winged Words For My Muses

How do I show the people I love the light that shines on me when I behold their lights? How do I capture that everything I have become is a consequence of their relentless patience with me and my tenderness? I want to encapsulate their beauty and reflect it adequately and am restless until this … Read more