Forward and backward

It’s time to review a decade. All that is valued is packed away in boxes. Whatever is discarded speaks volumes about wrong decisions, wasteful expenditure, whims and fancies and phases of life relegated bins. I think about memories I’d like to take, and numbers I will delete. My relationships stare back at me, demanding answers … Continue reading Forward and backward

Growing, not getting old

putting wheels of thought on hold-life in deep slumberyoung and fresh when I wake - Ageis just a number I spend the night floating onundulating dreamsI let them gush through with forceor a gentle stream I wake at the crack of dawnrubber meets the roaddrive again or pay a finestay alive, not old Chosen form … Continue reading Growing, not getting old

A visit to my hometown

Where are all those triviathat populated life? not-so-intelligent peopleasking inane questionswatching a matinee showwalking back with friendsto buy vegetables on the wayshopkeepers who recognised usto give an occasional discountwithout askingor clicking on buttons Where is that buttonwhich did not ask for permissionsto share datayet dispensed allthat was neededin a daily routine? It took so long … Continue reading A visit to my hometown

Titles

I share a few titles in response to RXC #290 My truth is never the same as yours, so what exactly is Truth? Privacy is outdated – the internet knows everything about me To communicate is to tell what I think, not what is needed Screenplays lock a story; novels breathe. Do I even need … Continue reading Titles

Cardiologist

He steps in and sets hearts aflutter. All hands are placed on hearts to assess the damage, before he sets his sight or hands on them. Actually, he used a stethoscope, not bare hands. Weekend Writing Prompt