The Breath of Sandstorms
Dedicated to the collective spirits of storytellers.
Category: Poetry
The Now, The Here
Of our Azure lineage
Prime Meridian
A Saharan Fable.
He Danced the Field
The painful act of war performed by brave guardians.
May Never Die
The empty plain around Stonehenge Sits as a bare graveyard. We learn of Stonehenge in the lengthy texts As we force boiling coffee down our tired mouths. What about those … Continue reading May Never Die
Plain of Machinations
To live and die as moving parts.
Red, Yellow
Clash the colors on the Castillan canvas along the cream cathedral, I cross away… To the dream painted scenery etched along the winding Spanish walk, Where the Tormes river … Continue reading Red, Yellow
Joshua N. Prits-Del Carpio 