17 Jul 2019

Month: May 2017

Poetry

Running with the Wind 

My father’s death provoked me into thinking about life and what’s after. Is there anything or just blackness awaits us? Does the rain feel as refreshing as it does on a hot summer day? Does the wind whisper in our ears the same soothing chants? I hope so, I hope so.

Poetry

A Song for Time 

Time is a complicated thing and our relationship with it even more so. It’s everywhere and nowhere to be seen at the same time. And sometimes we get frustrated by it to such a degree that we just want to get rid of it… as much as it does with our hopes and dreams.