Motherland’s Calling

Motherland’s Calling

I never knew something as unimportant as black powder could have the power to formulate an entire mental manifesto. That, coupled with a photograph, and perhaps some genetic element in the blood that throbs and makes waves as soon as motherland’s calling echoes...
Old But Not Gold

Old But Not Gold

  Old streets, old people, old times. There’s a pleasure in old that seldom gets explained in words. Old is gold, they say, but old is not gold, love. Gold is strong, sturdy, and ever-relevant. Old is old, crippling, falling apart, hazy, broken, and faded....