Jutted spheres of scented fir litter a winding path from a murky pond where the buzz of industrious bees backdrops a symphony of Avian arias. Some cackle, others serenade melodies from treetops like dueling pianos but softer, more comforting crescendos matching invitations cues ceding to climaxes. A crisp rustling wind releases two pinecones … Continue reading The path of fallen pinecones
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.