The Art of Remembrance

Every now and then he comes to visit. What affinity towards, I do not understand. We understand each other. But there is much more in his solace-locked art and candor than I could ever dare to express. I never knew the man. It is safe to say I could have. Had I awakened to his … Continue reading The Art of Remembrance

Black Orpheus: Midnight Stream

The storms of Jupiter ascend, burning clouds of Neptune and Saturn. Their perfect orbs, spherical in spite of hexagonal surges, whirlpools, and vortices, dervish silent frenzies. Clouded in the eye, everlasting fog chokes the pupil sight. It is a repetitive like scratched vinyl clichés, and lost lacquer messages, hidden and secret, locked, undismayed by the … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Midnight Stream