Author: Sunday Blu

What to say of the coming of spring? How I learned not to ask why, and just let the seasons change within. Let them change between me and everyone I ever knew. Even if all those gentle Crocuses look like hearts already broken, I pluck one and apologize. I recognize the sheer force of the…

I love listening to languages I do not understand — bird song, cats eyes, daisies and dreams. All the words are safe with me, I am learning languages. There is a time an artist must create only to destroy the empire of the past. When it is emptiness alone that must step into the future.…