BIRDSONG First one chirp one trill Rising sun crescendo song A new morning breaks DROUGHT Bone without marrow Brushed by dust laden breezes Brittle fractured World DEWDROP Delicate droplet A trembling kaleidoscope As we hold our breath
Author: manu
I can be likened to cauliflower, kale, roman broccoli, grapes, spinach, zucchini, a pink lady apple and an artichoke.
Fetal position
If I wanted to, I could destroy her. And this awareness filled me with a demented exhilaration. It was electric and awesome. I felt empowered and alive for the first time in my pathetic life. The only dissatisfying note being that she didn't look scared, not even worried really; more like deeply offended and slightly …
Everything’s not copacetic
George Negritsoyski on Pexels.com New York Spring 1953 - two friends sitting at a corner table in a packed bar drinking and smoking talk about their future ROSIE - the girl JEAN - the guy TOM - Rosie's boyfriend THE BARTENDER A COUPLE AT ANOTHER TABLE and roll em... J: Come on Rosie, let's beat …
No penny for your thoughts, but a buck for the rest
cottonbro on Pexels.com She carefully slips the dollar bill into his jacket pocket. The boring navy blue one that comes out only on special occasions. His funeral ticks that box. She is required to speak, but still hasn't come up with anything pithy to say, struggling with what is expected and what actually is. For …
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The Intruder
Photo by Plato Terentev on Pexels.com Mine is a crusade to understand this brokenness, with a solid probability that I never will. Like Durga, who is both protector and destroyer, you and I stroll along soft even ground at times only to dangle off steep mountain craigs at others. Just as the sun can be …
When pigs could fly
Do you remember when pigs could fly? When you wondered where the moon went when it disappeared. Looked for shapes in clouds. Deconstructed Oreos. Walked to the park with a paper bag of gumballs, hot toothpicks and Pez to share. Sat on the curb with your best friend. Ran through the sprinkler on torrid summer …
Continuum
Jakub Novacek on Pexels.com If my mom and dad were numbers, they would be rational, my sister and I integers (she positive and I negative). Numbers. Counting. The birth of representational value, of measurables, of an application used to explain our world. I count and with each word etch a mark in the ether. This …
What he didn’t say
Ron Lach on Pexels.com Something wasn't right. The twinge in her stomach told her so. Her eyes confirmed it was so. He was supposed to be there. But there was no sign of his form, his face. Had he changed his mind? Couldn't go through with it any more? No. Nervous energy traveled through her, …
Dust pan days
Jan Kopu0159iva on Pexels.com Jokingly following in what may develop into a rant series, let's take a lighthearted peek into those periods in life, when the all encompassing theme seems to be dust and dirt amidst total chaos. Home improvements, rebuilds, new builds and renovations require workmen (also husband or wife and friends and relatives …
Bureaucracy is a four letter word
Please allow me the usual rant that comes with readjustment. Specifically, to locations that have changed superficially and remained the same fundamentally even after a quarter of a century hiatus. Most will associate technological gadgets with modernity and forward thinking. True. But, as with all objects, if not understood, used correctly or to their fullest …
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