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 …
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. …
Between Messing Up & Not
Between messing up and notAnd falling down, and liftingmyself up each dayI efface a portion of the toniccalled grit, that we gulped as kids.Cliffs on a coast eroded by the seashreds of sandpaperthat's me.I don't mind being carried awayby waves or wind,eaten away by their gentleness.It's always less fearfulthan the dregs of courage, they claimlie …
Things Fall Apart
(With apologies to Chinua Achebe, author of Things Fall Apart) The lamp has lived its life It no longer holds up The flickering, long hours of darkness unplanned fearsome Like the dusty, round-faced clock before it, and the three-legged tandoor much earlier, rusted in places A palette of yellow pages from years of being stifled …
A Hundred Quills 