Night does not erase the memories of the past It funnels them into our dreams Like the ice cubes in a shaker at a late bar At the hands of a dreamy barista beyond your reach The lights flicker in your newly acquired solitude Memories of those who jumped the parapet haunt you Photo Hugh […]
The allegory of the rainy days Storms come riding like the Apocalypse Horsemen As seen by the technological cavemen’s that we are We do not respect nature’s power as we should We only fear the blabber of the social media kings Photo Hugh Ardoin The Urban Landscapes