Is there a queue anywhere? Like at a soft drinks booth? Good! Join the queue. You don’t really have to buy anything. When you reach the end of the queue, just plonk to it’s tail and help elongate it. Sometimes just watching the world burn is what you need after all. I have a penchant for queuing and apologizing, especially when fueled by coffee from a hawker. I’m sorry. … More Sit in a park
Beyond my here and now; an eclipse. The ‘twenties’ are … strange. The duality of striving to be alive to reality yet at the same time holding onto dreams is quite the challenge in many a twenty-something’s life. In fact, both child-eyed wonder and hard-nosed reality struggle to weigh each other down on opposite sides … More Beyond my here and now; an eclipse.
My coffee’s steaming. The mist clouds some damp on my wall mirror and rains back onto my study desk. It’s such a spectacle for an idle mind. I know the charm and poetry of quiet nights when from dusk to dawn you sit at your desk or indulge your mind with dreams. I believe, I … More Dream chasers
Then, I come from that part of the world where I have to mention our hens that look fleshy, not only to the boys in the hood (that’s me and my 2 bros who always have to answer a case of who slaughtered the chicken) but also to the chief’s cocks who make sure they exercise their curvy thighs by engaging them in what seems like prey-predator skills that come in handy for the x-mas chases that always ensue. Determined to strike gold in the hearts of our layers, these cocks always stream in through the fence we share with the chief, making them scamper all over the compound like stray bullets, to provide some cherished home-made entertainment for crazies like me, writer dog. I want home! … More Home’s always sweet!
The train pulled into the station at 6:00 P.M., and knowing he had only a few hours before he had to catch the 1:00 A.M. train back to the post, Jason hurried to Ellie. After the usual warm greeting, they sat on Ellie’s porch swing and held hands. “Ellie, if I didn’t have you, … More Why Did You Leave Me?
I know how it is—we all want to be mysterious. None of us want to get hurt. None of us want to look desperate. So we wait to respond to texts, phone calls, emails, Facebook messages, Tweets. So we communicate our emotions in how we end our messages. So we say vague, half-statements and expect … More Let’s tell them before we die…