A symphony of groaning frogs greets my arrival as I step through the damp night. I peer over the top level of the parking garage searching for a creek or marsh to explain this daily midnight oddity but find no answers. Soon, tired glances betraying hearts of gold will cling to the consolation of … Continue reading Night Shift
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.
