Art has been an intrinsic part of human civilization for millennia, serving as a mirror to our society, a medium …
The Golden Haze
In the golden haze of summer´s end, Where the sun dips low, a farewell friend, Whispers of change in …
Poetry Corner
[resemantization] A sound and its own halo above me constructing new horizons of views unseen Yet I remain myself …
Short Story: Take-Off
Paul leans back and looks out of the window. The lights of the airstrip get smaller and smaller until they …
Short story: No Strings Attached
A melody which no one knows entrances the people frivolously moving about. The bounce, they prance They flounce and they …