The crisp air blows clarity enough to pull up the jacket collar for the old man strolling at the park. He sees his past clearer without the dust of regret that hot days bring. Or the frenzy of kaleidoscopic emotions that simmer in summer months like a swarm of bees. His path … Continue reading Crisp Clarity
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.