Papagenaviago : Writing

The dawn of stories

The dawn of stories

A Poem by Papagenaviago


I find myself sitting on a terrace, watching the sun rise over a crematorium. A walled garden, lush, after the rains, extends between my perch and ..
The many faces of home

The many faces of home

A Poem by Papagenaviago


Is home the city lights, the work, the flags fluttering on university avenue, the high energy and dreams?Is it the armchair by the window, watching th..