Iguana by Escael Arsenio Marrero AvilaThe Wisdom of Stillness
There is a rhythm to the wild that we often mistake for indifference. We move through the world with such urgency, our footsteps heavy and our intentions loud, that we fail to notice the ancient, quiet intelligence watching us from the periphery.…
Fishermans Son by Kazi Fazly RabbyThe Weight of the Current
I often find myself leaning against the iron railings of the bridges that cross the canals in the older parts of the city, watching the water carry away the day’s debris. There is a quiet gravity to the way people move near the water; it…
Colosseo Nights by Edward JonesThe Hum of Ancient Stone
The smell of rain on hot asphalt always brings me back to the city at night, when the air turns thick with the metallic tang of exhaust and the cooling breath of old stone. It is a specific kind of vibration—a low, constant hum that travels…