Disaster Stories

This year, amid multiple tragedies such as the Corona pandemic, record-breaking hurricanes and tropical storms, and an outrageous election — the entire airline industry was grounded. No, it wasn’t COVID-19, although that played a role in the many struggles by that industry. Even the grounding of Boeing’s 737 fleet didn’t have the reach of this latest disaster. This came from a completely unexpected source and blindsided e...

“I think that’s enough for tonight, Nobuo.” The young boy’s father had stood in the doorway for thirty minutes, moved by his son’s unwavering focus and diligence. He knew he would have continued through the night if he was allowed. “Just one more, daddy,” he responded, his tone respectful but determined. Nobuo turned his head to give an almost pleading look; his father simply nodded.  “Lights out in five minutes.” The lum...

It was precisely that which had been implemented to prevent the disaster which ultimately ensured it. The great minds of old, abandoned to dusty shelves and the weathered ways of some, shone beyond the populace.War to end war.Theft to end theft.Slaves to their desire, their noble goal distorted.The road to hell is paved with good intentions. 

My year is a tornado.Spring is just a breeze as a new year begins. The breeze is cool and life is sweet. Tender.Summer is the warning sign. Winds are harsh. I see the approaching storm. Fatal. Autumn is the eye. It wrenches my life away, sucking love, hope and ambition into its bubbling gut. And winter. Winter is the aftermath. My world is ash. And I, I am the broken debris.

The clouds have dispensed its heavy pour Water is filling up the dining room Feeling soaked knee high from the wooden floor With the thunder sounding its deafening boom. I witness my photographs wash away Memories consumed by nature's aggressive wrath Losing the album from my wedding day As ink runs into the rain created bath. I foolishly open the kitchen windows Crashing my way to the top floor after my stupidity Now for...