July 1, 2018

01.07.2018 7:09

Rising The world had risen while she slept. Birds chatter excitedly, hidden in the dense green of the garden. Cars rush up and down the road behind the shade of the palm trees. Ground doves coo over the distant barking of dogs. A grass cutter whirs and buzzes somewhere beyond the tall grass that lines […]

31.08.2013 7:38

The Writer It is Saturday morning. Everything is still. The birds sit still and sing-song softly in the trees across the lawn. The wind whispers a worn, whistled tune. I have come to know and love this melody. It comforts me in the morning. I open my eyes and see the white waste of the […]