Rolling crests froth into a white soup as waves crash On the shore a subtle thunder and cool mist belie the frenzy of the water. The hot summer sun illuminates a beachscape rife with pleasure and the dank briny scent of wet seaweed. Were it not for the clockwork thunder of the waves and the … Continue reading Ocean
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.