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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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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, …

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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 …

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Expectations

Great Expectations THAT DAY was a day like every other. Maybe it was this awareness that tipped the scale. We'll never know. But, you know people, we live to surmise. Thing is, Jeffrey was bored, really bored and had been for quite a while. I remember him saying to me one day that he was …

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Bernardine Evaristo and Loverman

A snazzy read! Wickedly funny and piercingly true. Evaristo hits the mark in her depiction of family, gender, expectations, ageing and illicit love. The story and characters are as colorful as the book cover. The African-Caribbean identity and language is like a song in this bittersweet, moving, humorous and hopeful read. And here are two …

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The life and times of Mr. P. Bag

It really is a testament to the unexpectedness of life. My downfall, that is, and, actually, the entire Bag family's fall from grace. You can trace our ancestry back to Sweden, where generations of pioneering Bags set forth into the world with their adventurous avant-garde spirit. Their unified vision to assist and facilitate lives made …

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