Empty gondolas drifted along quiet canals, desolate outdoor tables remained unoccupied, & ordinarily busy waterways slowed to a never before seen pace.
She pulled a carefully folded sweater from the closet and drew it close to her tear-stained face. She inhaled deeply, the familiar smell of home beginning to fade.
I began to feel giddy with excitement simply thinking about the many quintessential British Summertime experiences I'd missed, one of which was the long time tradition of an excursion to the seaside.
A poem inspired by the landscape imagery of Emily & Zach Dorman of Alp & Isle.
A short tale inspired by Catia Lemmi’s stirring image & the transition of summer to autumn in Italy’s Tuscany.
Empty gondolas drifted along quiet canals, desolate outdoor tables remained unoccupied, & ordinarily busy waterways slowed to a never before seen pace.
A poem about the enchanting Adhan, otherwise known as the call to prayer, & how it’s heard from the many mosques that puncture the Istanbul horizon.
She pulled a carefully folded sweater from the closet and drew it close to her tear-stained face. She inhaled deeply, the familiar smell of home beginning to fade.
I began to feel giddy with excitement simply thinking about the many quintessential British Summertime experiences I'd missed, one of which was the long time tradition of an excursion to the seaside.