My Experience at Ralston College
Scorching rays flooded every nook of bare land. The wine-dark Aegean pulsed gently, cooling the broiling landscape with fresh ripples of saltwater. I descended a stone stairway…
Socrates’ Search
When Alice sat at the Hatter’s table, she was greeted with a riddle: “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” Surprised by the unusual query, she…
The Lion Gate
Sensuous hills of barren bush carpeted with almond stones where soldiers marched important tunes, once in armors bronze. The same steps and crumbs beneath my soles, stamped…
Roman Ruins
I stood atop the forum’s steps, where words once were spoken of truths eternal—love for wise and good existence. I walked between the stones and pillars, that…