crackling peace
Have you felt the wind rush through your armpits making a parachute out of your baggy t-shirt as you ride atop a bodaboda, Or, with …
rememberings
roslindale
In this topography where convenience is sold en masse, past the carwash, and past the big rectangle-ish block of building that has a thrift shop …
Believing
…and I felt my heart beat so loudly in my chest as if fear itself were an entity bent on devouring my incomprehension.
Nuvole Bianche
Domodossola; read the big, dilapidated sign -precariously hung over a similarly decrepit bench at the train station. I sat below it, basking in the knowledge …