The same mute question that you meet in the street is the ancient question that ancestors grappled with the question that crackles and pops like heated oil A…
Troops of fascists within horrid internal harassers conjuring phantoms squashing budding ideas fabricating elfish punishments raucously voicing fear-inducing threats paralysing action The hectoring technology within alert and hyperactive…
The mute tears we share without embracing The masked smiles we transmit from a distance calculated by health authorities each of us looking stunned from a measured remove…
On Fridays daddy would sit and laugh and stretch his legs and stretch his ears He would tell jokes and do all kinds of funny things to make…
To fail or to flourish to wither or to win is how colourful the melody of life is Lively open arms and easy smiles open doors inviting embraces…