All Roads Lead to Home
All roads lead home. Even when in the wilderness, we crave our home. Life is a journey. Some roads are rough and rocky, some very narrow to traverse. Sometimes, the path is well worn as many tread before us. Occasionally, we trudge on even though…
Sunrise at Tengger, by Ismawan IsmailFor a Glimpse of Heaven
When I shut my eyes, I feel the world plunge. Lifting my lids, everything is slowly reborn. Am I imagining this in my head? The sky is waltzing out in blue, red, and white…black smoke gallops in swiftly. Again, I shut my eyes to feel the world,…
Messenger of Love
What does a bee love? To hum around the flower’s chambers only to enter as a lover would enter a lover’s heart, and without fuss become entwined. But as with some lovers, bees also attend to other lovers. But can anyone blame the bee? All…