Free image pixabay Meeting an old friend after ages is sometimes like meeting a new person. Someone so new that you prefer their warm, old memory instead... We hold handsuninterrupted by lifeTalk about a hundreddreams-More than a score andfive years ago. We walk like we ownthe trailsthat lead to our homesSay hello to the tinyfoliolesbefriended …
Just Like That …
Free image, Pixabay A little scribble inspired by a Murakami story. And just like thatwe run into the seasonof booties and gloves.The blossoms gonein the blink of an eye,vanished in the small intervalbetween sundown and rise.And just like them we turna form into a blob into a dotinto no trace of any thinga mishmash of …
What’s Your Favourite Genre? IWSG, October 2022
Hello Writing Community Welcome to the October 5 IWSG Day. I’ve been away from writing (far, far away) for some time now. Though I have worked on few drafts (poetry & flash fiction) mostly in workshops and have been taking some random notes in the back pages of my diaries but my outings both on …
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Last-ditch Efforts
Free Image Pixabay Random phone calls to talk about the rainor the cat,the food that I never had,or all the mundane thingslife is made of.Good morning messagesthat I never open,forwards I care no more for,or an emoticon to tell methey exist.Old trees, said a friend,set copious blossomsin their final years.
BOXES
The stack of boxes you’ve piled over years, the dynamics of those 2D measurements apt to crush the tunnel on your back. Put down that mountain. Most of it doesn’t even matter. It is a hundred years old. Why should you carry the burden of its senility? Nonchalance must rule over eighty or even sixty. …
Moonlight Sonata – The Call of the Past
Hello Readers This month for the WEP, the prompt is Moonlight Sonata. I have a short entry, a dream sequence of one of the characters from a longer piece. It is merely a manifestation to help me understand the character better and seemed to go well with the prompt. I hope it makes some sense …
A Hundred Quills 