Follow the sun

7.38 AM The streets are crowded A glowing yellow ball seats at a vantage point, hiding behind rooftops. Ike tiddled his flute This early in the morning, he had to go the farm. He spent the first hour lying on his back, playing the instrument then he buckled his belt, and begun harvesting cassava. Other … More Follow the sun

Yellow Roses

Green pastures roll by for several minutes and then there was desert land. I plastered my eyes to the minut window, not staring at anything in particular. All I could note was the abrupt transition from abundance to famine. “Ma’am, could you put on your seatbelt, please?” I rotated my head; lengthening my neck to … More Yellow Roses