His intentions flow like lava, carving blood-red troughs through dignity and reason. They dig like veins underneath a leaf until in chunks of remorse peter into a vast sea amid crashing waves and jagged promontories. His eruptions entomb bodies expressioned like mimes in a play for which they did not audition. Let … Continue reading Misunderstood
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.
