Who can say how the palm frond will fall wrapped delicately around a stone fountain like the outstretched arms of the sistine chapel. Anymore who can say how the market will turn, whether Apple will rise or facebook will fall like the ebb and flow of the ocean's tide. I lay reclined at … Continue reading Fateful Coincidences
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.