November 16, 2010 The Scent of Graphite The smell of a freshly sharpened pencil is the smell of a promise. It is cedar shavings and sharp, metallic dust, a... Read Article →
November 16, 2010 The Fallen One by Miroslav Kolesar The Fallen One – Edge between tough and fragile, ugly and beautiful, a split second and eternity. Or you can just see... Read Article →
November 15, 2010 The Salt on the Skin The air in the north has a specific bite, a metallic tang that clings to the back of the throat like cold... Read Article →