It was dead at the gate. But she liked to pretend there was life. She looked out through the glass walls. A view across the tarmac. Before the quiet time, she’d have seen a scene of hustle bustle. Before. Miniature trucks shuttling luggage. Flashing lights. Rushing cars. Everyone in a hurry, hurry! People in ear […]

Are you alive..?

There was straw on the beach today

Turbulent waters Bracing air Inhaling ozone Spray salts hair Rushing horses Drown the noises In my head Troubling voices Quieted Crying gulls Against the wind Hovering Sailors’ souls. Photo by S. Mint


at the end. Stories contain the past the future and are always only now. Stories start any time, any where. Unexpectedly. They can even start