The blue's ablaze fiery strokes of red and orange as the sun bids a daily farewell. Long brushstrokes on a canvas of wispy clouds, a persian tapestry for a rising crescent grinning in its wake. 'Soon in its shadow I will get brighter and inspire in the coyote a serenade echoing through my … Continue reading When the sun paints the sky
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.