Idling
It’s quarter to midnight for the cigarette I burn and pure dawn of a psychedelic, Sunday-like Tuesday unfolding on empty scaffolds around half-buildings downtown for which construction is suspended …
Dancing Feet
Cable cars on tram lines on my morning commute. Bicycles in the sky in perpetual revolutions and cycles going nowhere when I daydream. Stranded boats on highway lanes and paddles…
Thucydides’ Corruption
A storm had brewed over Corfu Isle Thunder roared with the sounds of revolt Moods had fashioned this weather a while, All that was needed was a bit of a…