Category Archives: REALITY

The backyard is under attack. Two titans face off in a challenge: man against nature, nature the stronger, more willful, experienced; man, ever cunning, inventive and cruel. By land, sea and air, troops fly into battle; black wings directing hits … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Connect the dots of decades with lines of learning. Ten is joyful, twenty smug, and thirty is simply learning to survive. Forty is a milestone mark of halfway there; turning round to understand the footprints on the trail. Fifty is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Climbing back up the ladder again and again, but this time not looking down. Reachable rooftops lead to leaping tall buildings–though seldom by most, in that one single bound. Deadlines are special, alarms going off; shaking and waking the sleeper. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Deliciously dirty and achingly tired. Physical labor makes itself known, leaves its marks on the body as it cleanses the soul. Digging in dirt with bare fingers, pulling at weeds or moving more acceptable weeds dubbed officially as flowers, one … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A young eagle overhead, slow-circling proudly with his selection gripped firmly in his talons. Swirling, catching sunlight on his wings, he flies to find a table as I watch. Oh my, a bird perhaps, or maybe just a mouse (secretly, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It’s just an ordinary shirt, little blue and white checks, small pearl white buttons. Never worn, the labels dangle information on the front, important how to launder instructions, and an extra button just in case one should fall off. Presented … Continue reading → Continue reading →

“Let’s go uptown for coffee, see Johnny.” “Okay,” I say, although I know he thinks I just need to get out. (Never start with dialogue, they say; the books, the manuals that teach you how to write.) Two miles, four … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I once believed that only words can hurt the soul and numbers were our friends that make some sense of life. But three when spelled as three and not as 3 becomes as damaging, I think, where once I thought … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sometimes, in the light of sun I cannot talk to anyone, as if in dark of night and sleep I tucked myself away. Slipping out, pushing back the fringed edges, blinking at the blinding rays revealing, I retreat. Continue reading →