The Miami sun is a friend of mine. Dappling off the pool's surface in the early morning, the sun creates playful, refracted, writhing patterns on the surface. The rippling patterns shifting in size and shape bring me a little joy. I wait quietly, knowingly, for sunscreen-covered, bikini-clad teenage girls to fill the pool area with boys, giggles, and estrogen. Eventually, their parents will arrive with the day's heat. The...
If you could see As far as you could see Would it look any different? Possibly. If you could run As far as you could run Would you finally be there? Would you be done? If you could hear Everything you wanted to hear Has it all been said? Not so, I fear. If you could touch All you wanted to touch Would you be satisfied? Not so much. If you could smell All there is to smell Would you lose the scent? It’s hard to tel...
I have been here before Many times more A different face In a different place. As each vessel dies Amidst loved one’s cries The spirit rises I return in guises. Plato, Nero, Rembrandt and Bach Each return gives new paths to walk Embodied within A new life and new skin. Creating a future from the past Lessons learned from knowledge amassed Life begets life endlessly driven Vessels usurped to what they’ve been given....
I am imperfect. Made of torn flesh and broken bones. Dreams crushed like stone to gravel and hope wasted on the likes of me. Once an Alpha dog now relegated to solitaire howling. The younger man in the mirror looks back at the older man he now is and remembers the halcyon days of youth. Aching muscles lift a decrepit body to bear armor one more day. For each day risen is a victory in itself. Alas, if only there were...
I see the hours stretching ahead, sometimes hurrying, sometimes slowing down, falling beyond and behind... Still, I know their aim is to reach destination and this signals the end, the end of time and life, the end of the journey, the end of fear, of worries, I know they can be friends, I know they can be enemies, and yet, my hours have promised to be kind with me on my way, I get to sleep every night in the belief it w...
Dear Diary, You know how when you put your whole self into something or you give all you can that day, even if it’s not much, it still feels like a whole lot to you? And you know, how you feel so good about yourself for a minute because you think you did a lot and gave it your all but come to find out you're not doing even half of what normal people are? None of that probably makes sense at all but it’s how I feel about...
The canvas was blank. Like a brilliant shining light in his mind, it was blank. Piercing and constant it stared at him, begging to be transformed. Like so many times before, beauty and vibrant color longed to be placed. It cried out to him, but he was empty. Reports of success and victory streamed in, yet it was all empty. Day after day the generals talked of greatness and victory. Day after day the canvas remained blank....
The smell of freshly cut grass on a bright and warm summer’s day may sound like a nice thing to experience, but unfortunately for me it generally isn't. My hay fever gets so bad that medication to relieve its symptoms doesn't help me out all that much. Having just passed a field where the grass was still being cut has me sneezing uncontrollably. I am sure my red, itching, watery eyes have me looking smashingly well. Speak...
'Today we are gathered here to celebrate the life of Albert Patrick Hoffman ....' speaks a priest in the near empty church of St Martin's priory. A closed coffin stands angled before the steps which lead up to toward the altar and the small attending congregation sit up towards the front of the church taking positions either side of the main aisle. Albert had lived an unexciting and lonely life. Apart from one brother and...
Jin looked out over the city from the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings in Seoul, it was a breath-taking sight. And he hated it. He hated the crowds. He hated the busyness. He hated the noise. He hated the tall buildings. ‘Skyscraper’, such a simple, yet symbolic word – to scrape the sky. Is that our way of letting God know that we’re here and we’re trying our best to touch Him? Or our blasphemous attempt to surpass...
Thurman appeared to me on a Tuesday, in a wall tile of my newly renovated bathroom. It was a little after six P.M. and I was drawing a hot bath. I perched on the edge of the tub and waited for the water to reach that perfect temperature. I was tired. Worn out. Exhausted. My day had started just like any other day. Alarm at five A.M. got dressed in the dark, scurried out the door by five-thirty-five to open the cafe by six...
At some point there will come a time. In a moment not of your choosing. You’ll know when. It was all borrowed time anyway. On loan, never to be owned. The path will grow more narrow. The light will grow dimmer. A soul once uplifting, now heavy and held hostage. Fear is just a lack of information. Your senses seek familiarity. The smell of fresh-cut grass on a Sunday afternoon. The taste of sweet tea on a front porch swing...
It had been hot, stifling hot and, having been stuck in her sweltering, non-air-conditioned office all day Carrie-Ann was glad to be out in the fresh evening air. It was the middle of June and England was baking in a record-breaking heatwave. Even with all the windows opened wide and a fan on every desk, the air that was circulating was still too warm. For once, the management had seen sense and allowed the clerks to remo...
Once there was a little girl. This particular little girl was always curious. She was brimming with questions that spilled over in a constant babble of queries. But with each answer she was provided, her curiosity grew. When she was small, her mother seemed to have all the answers. And as endless as the little girl's curiosity was so too was her mother's patience. Whenever she asked her mother a question, her mother woul...
What people don’t realise is that death isn’t what they think it is. ~ You find yourself in a waiting room…Sitting comfortably on the couch. It’s not too cold, it’s not too warm…It even comes complete with old school elevator type music. They probably figured a setting as familiar as a doctor’s office would be calming, but then they never met my orthodontist. He is still very much alive and torturing little children with...
