The more things change

For those of my readers who were wondering where I had disappeared to for the last couple of months, I have some wonderful news to share. Well, I was in

January 7, 2025by Nickunj MalikIn

A poem for the end of 2024

When thunder flashes and lightning claps The icicles grow upwards from the taps And point to a sodden, saddened sky from whence The coldest rain fulfils the earthly floods Restoring

December 30, 2024by Roberto CavaleiroIn