Immortality
Another humid mid-day, Nothing to do but wait, Staring at this pot of clay, Reminds me of humanity’s fate. Death comes to all, Young and… Read More »Immortality
Another humid mid-day, Nothing to do but wait, Staring at this pot of clay, Reminds me of humanity’s fate. Death comes to all, Young and… Read More »Immortality
That fateful evening; it drizzled. Bran pulled a lighter from inside his leather jacket, lit it and touched the flame to his cigarette. It followed… Read More »End of a life
One does not throw themselves headlong knowing into the birth of a soulful despair. Rather it comes in one hurling chunk of the rock… Read More »A Mother’s Pain