nomad musing

the first hours of the new year were spent weaving dreams so many of my waking hours are spent that way: spinning webs for tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow i've spun myself a cocoon of tomorrows, thick, warm, seductive here, miles away from the place i often hesitate to call home, surrounded by relentless dust … Continue reading nomad musing

where i am

I. this place is motherland thick with heat and green slowly turning to grey and brown just like the land i left this place is motherland but is not home what is homeland? II. i am hungry to know what it is to own and feel owned by a place attached to nothing but the … Continue reading where i am