Travel is the voyage through time, an unmasking of places, people, and histories. In the rubble of civilizations exists story upon story, age in the chips of marble and the pores of brick. Touch them long enough, and the buildings shall speak of art, music, movements, and fight. Travel is the sip of pineapple, rum, ...

Shortly after Christmas last year I heard a news story that has been on my mind since. My house was still decorated with all things Santa and Wise Men. We had plates full of Christmas treats that would last us a month. Like every other morning before, I woke up to the news on the TV. ...

The Sun promises to brighten every day Yet, not all parts. If you chose its shadow, darkness may envelop you. So rise, and see the light.

The concrete jungle wakes to rays of the sun. Panes of glass play with eastern light. Towers of brick, cement, and stucco rise above urban citrus trees to glimpse the stirring towns. Traffic pours in, traffic pours out, and cars line up like glistening ants. Vehicular networks like brain neurons branch outward and inward, a ...

I am lying on the damp path A stranger stops and leans over me  “Are you ok mate?” he asks “I’m fine thank you” “I’m down here having a chat with Mr. Caterpillar”“Oh!” gives me a quizzical look and moves on  Then Mr. Caterpillar said “Thanks for joining me here at dirt level” I reply.  “The moist grass feels silky against my ...

Soon after the initial meeting of Don and reuniting with Ella, we all decided to keep moving, lest I be caught by the Dudes in Black, whom shall hence be named! Don and Ella glided effortlessly just above the ground. They were no longer attempting to put on false pretenses of still being living humans ...

Sunlight radiates Cicadas hum in cadence Their song lures the moon.

Two women share the same space. One young, the other old. One from this generation. One from another. Bowl of uncooked long grain rice in bride’s supple hands, Mom-in-law stands behind blossoming spotless shoulders, to inspect the rise of rice. Rubbing starch off rice with benign fingers, she plays, admiring her youthful face rising to ...

There’s something about Elton John.How his music isAn Art that drawsYou in with everyVerse, all penned andCrafted from his mind. From musings to ideasFrom ideas to actionAll an artist’s forte.A singular masterpieceWith passion and heartExpressed in his creation. There’s something about Elton JohnThat brings heart-shattering emotion.Taking me back to better days,Every one spent in yourLoving ...

Crystalline currents pirouette feet from sand glossed with sea foam. Waves roll with eternal dedication, a lifetime commitment to shoreline glazing. In their deep mineral burrows, crabs dimple the sand with each swell of retreat. Porous cliffs stand tall against winds. Squalls. Time. They cast dawn shadows and bask in evening gold. Plants succulent with ...