Satoshi Nakamoto.
Satoshi Nakamoto is not a place.It is a name. A cloak.A mask…a masquerade!
Are your cheeks a milk-maid’s peachy sweet?Have ...
Philomela.
The sun burned down on Athenson that day. Parched trees along the avenues afforded shadefor those who had to walk ...
The Pearls of Persia.
Thousands of years ago,Deep in the pristine waters of the Persian GulfLay natural oyster beds.
The mollusks had ...
We brought our own sheets on that holiday.Red, with a touch of pink. The owner of the house had asked ...
On a Hill of Heather.
I …standing on a hill of heatherheard my lover say….
There’s no such thing as a heartbeat.Only ...
