Photo by Kulbir So, this is it. Alone and starting over again. There is a teenage flitting of excitement in the pit of the stomach and youthful expectation at the back of the mind that accompanies new challenges and change at any age. It feels good! Getting reacquainted with yourself is grueling, intoxicating, surprising and …
Month: April 2022
BIG LOVE
Photo by Clara The day he died, we started to live. We were lucky that way - being alive. Many don't make it. On his last day I was under the bed making myself as flat as possible; willing myself into the floorboards. The door was locked, but that gave me little reassurance. If he …
CHAPTER IV – PATIENCE
The forest, when bare, reveals all. A few days ago, we discovered, leaning over the parapet of our terrace, that there is a log cabin, oozing fairy tale vibes, on a clean strip of mowed hillside below. Someone had lit a huge bonfire in the fire pit that day; an ancient gathering call to come …
Antitheses
Photo by Kei Scampa They literally collided, one day, in the hallway at work. One was turning a corner, rather sharply, arms loaded with supplies and the other was bee-lining it to the bathroom. From the get go, they were not mutually simpatico. A superficial dusting unearthed a snobbish pedantic know it all to one …
The 1600 year old Beauty
Footsteps echo on the ancient ciotolo as you wind your way through her alleys like a mouse in a maze. During high season you can hear the build up of commotion as you approach the center until you come out of the final calle and are hit with a crescendo of human racket! But, visit …
Happy Birthday little sister
Photo by Jill Wellington Today is my sister's birthday. It is a milestone birthday and she is handling it as we all do...with some amazement and discomfort. At age eight, we believe that twenty is old, at fourteen that our parents are ancient. Naturally then, it stands to reason that as we see twenty thirty …
Four Walls
Photo by Kayley Dlugos The sun feels warm on my back. It is once again Spring. Sitting on the rug, in a pool of sunlight, I am saying my goodbyes. My gaze moves across the room, interrupted occasionally by the sight of a memorable object or a nick or smudge. Our signatures. A gash on …
Need to know
Photo by Pixabay When would this galling behavior of hers end? After all, she was an independent grown woman now. And yet, one phone call had re positioned her on her haunches, expectantly awaiting a belly rub, a pat on the head; A mortifying display of her neediness. A lifetime of negative observations and unjust …
Charlie
From the tiniest movements you understand With huge enthusiasm you respond Warm soft little blanket Fierce and brave caped crusader Clown of a plaything Consummate charmer All of you Every hair is dripping with love
Manu writes 