Do you know sista? She gets up at dawn to cook breakfast for her children; she bathes in the silence of first light, heaven like an angel’s glow soft upon her brown skin.   All that’s heard is an… Read More ›

Perception is based on light’s variations or one’s point of focus   Something clear is a glass wing or a cracked pane   Somebody says the burnt eyes of noon are chilly   The first snowflakes are deep sleep or… Read More ›