Years Ago.
September 28, 2017
Author: Irfan
Stories from me to you.
City In The Sky.
September 16, 2017
The breeze carries the voices far and wide. Children’s laughter, the bustle of a bazaar, the whirs and hums of factories.
They live on this island, this city in the sky.
Leaves, Volume 2.
September 16, 2017
Sparkling carpets of dew, like diamonds in the morning Sun.
Perhaps I need to get my plant fetish sorted out.
A Glimpse Forward.
September 16, 2017
She’s bloody well late again.
Marie.
September 16, 2017
A leaf lay still on a riverbank. The waters that brought her there had frozen, encasing her brown body in what seemed to be a glass casket. Continue reading “Marie.”
