Inspired by Sung Kang’s #whatiseewhenirundaily series, except I don’t run daily. Disclaimer: highly experimental piece (as I venture into new writing styles) Four in the afternoon, the sun in full bloom, my desire to run as blue as my pair of shoes, but still I go, phone and keys jangling in tow, as…
Category: Poetry
The Art of Staring out the Window
It’s funny how windows, glass panels, plain viewing screens, insignificant as they seem, are that by which much of life is gleaned, made more attractive by the pelting rain that turns you introspective as your vision swims, twisting, turning, like the zigzagging droplets making their journey from top to bottom and bottom to obscurity; just…
Nomadic Affair 