Goodbye Sarajevo
Still early, Amina left the guest house. She checked the address on her smartphone and quickly found the loathsome address, where she once had lived. The cobblestones where cold to […]
Still early, Amina left the guest house. She checked the address on her smartphone and quickly found the loathsome address, where she once had lived. The cobblestones where cold to […]
Lacklusterly l linger, slowly skyward gazing trying to find shapes of dreams I’ve lost or just a little depth in the gormless grayness of these listless clouds. I read the […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.