Rikki wore herself, her other self, with aplomb. Hers was an expression of polite detachment and of slight boredom with it all. And cloaked in this dignified isolation, rather than give rise to pity or protection, it drew others to her with its charismatic secret quality. She had learned quickly, back in her dark days, …
Tag: love
La Fiaccolata
Mystic. Pagan. The beginning. A procession makes its way along the winding mountain road, surrounded by the thick black inkiness of night. The group small and vulnerable beneath the mammoth masses of craggy rock towering above. The connection between total strangers is palpable as the crowd moves forward, following the leader through the darkened village. …
Sgarduf
Nestled on my lap Your warmth penetrates my skin Your vulnerability is also mine Trusting abandonment We are hushed and still We are snug and safe Caressed by the certainty of love
When you know, but pretend not to know
I can't explain why I compare, contrast and categorize life events in the way that I do; grammatically that is. What I can tell you, with declarative certainty, is that verb tenses brought me to the clichéd but absolutely true realization that you should live your life in the present. As is the case with …
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 …
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, …
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 …
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
Elizabeth Gilbert’s City of Girls
What a read! A confession of sorts within an answer to a question..."What were you to my father?" A declaration of having existed on this earth and left a mark. The highs are dizzyingly so and the lows are lower than pond scum. Somewhere in between is the exercise of living. Living to do, to …
Snippets of Life (from A to Z) “K”
THE LETTER "K" Kick ass days like those are now few and far between. Who knows how to make more; to set the world on fire again? I will bring the kindling. Days consisting of chills and thrills, ofThe killing moon by Echo and the Bunnymen and of my mom chasing me down the street …
Manu writes 