WRATH OF NATURE Outside, it's usually pitch dark at 5 a.m. The dawn has plans to reveal itself in bits and spurts. First in sepia and then with pastels. When I long for the multitude of vibrant hues of the sky, it amazes me with a splash of tangerines and ambers which heralds the arrival of the sun. In the evening when I leave home from work, I can only hope to witness a sunset, a dull mauve or even a muted champagne canvas that is gentle on my eyes like a vintage photograph. But, this morning, as I look out of the window, the sky has an unusual splash of orange cast onto the otherwise pale clouds. The air is buzzing with static. The breeze rustling the trees whips my hair so violently about my face that I can barely open my eyes. Newspapers fly about as if caught in a whirlpool. The trees creak, their branches straining against the brunt of torrent. There was something odd though, there was an absence of birds and a skittishness in the stray rabbits and c...
Sanguine Allegory is a cache of fables, fairy tales, and fantasy. With a weave of words on a dreamy tapestry, there are nostalgic memoirs, stories of lands faraway and also poetry.