Shall we raise our glasses to sentiment uncaptured in the Hope that bygone woe fades like a spent cigarette butt? "Laugh ye scalawag, and take they wench by her handles!" Drown my emptiness with indulgence while I feign interest in your bravado, twiddling my fingers in pockets of CHANGE and find meaning in … Continue reading Slithering Whispers
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.
