“ Divided - No tides of time or distance will wash away your step. It does not fleet as they do, those gladiators and their mighty spears or the beasts that howl into the dark for release. Our story car… RJ Arkhipov
“ What Will Linger/Hollow of Him - They crept so quietly back. Mere hints of words, at first, then whispers in the loud echoing a winter past. In this place, hollow of Him, his poetry resounded. I could… RJ Arkhipov
“ Books are not distractions. Rather, they are, and have been, the most profound and accurate mirrors man has ever crafted. RJ Arkhipov
“ In the City of Light, the stars are blind. Our constellations do not reside in the skies. RJ Arkhipov
“ For a long moment we didn't move. We just stared at each other. So much time had passed since our eyes last met. So much had changed. I turned away and pressed my head to the cold window pane. I trace… RJ Arkhipov
“ The Offing - And if the sky itself, no matter its hue, were to fracture... What then? Would I then know freedom's name?In my wake lies the shore—a past where I had been happy—refusing to yield to the… RJ Arkhipov
“ The calm skies that drifted above us lulled us into thinking this traversée would be smooth, but after several hours, the unsteady sea had taken its toll on me and after a light lunch and a brief swim… RJ Arkhipov
