I felt the days slip by like a golden coin into greyish water.
The day shifted in color and shape as if the light were sand  ...
18.01.2016 Publication of the day
by Violeta Orozco (Scribbler of Serendib)
You labored in the shade, piecing together a puzzle you had never seen before, blindfolded, feeling every shape, guessing with all your senses set upon a single goal: you wanted to draw. And so you drew and drew and shaped what was formless and impos...
You write to speak of silence
of dense and quiet dunes
the timid sigh of timeless
and desolate wide moors.
You write to speak of beauty
of days of sun and dust
of rainbow-rain and moody
sea’s dashing violent gust....