This is in response to Eugi's Weekly Prompt - Faraway That faraway look holds the potential to reveal quite a lot. Looking left up, right up or downwards is an indicator of parts of memory being accessed, or new ones manufactured. It gives me a sense of power, short-lived. Who has ever stopped the train … Continue reading In a flash
It’s election time. Freebies flow down the gutter. Every candidate offers something, and for once, the voters have a right to accept or reject. “Why did you pick up that scholarship, son?” “It will help my career, unlike the other things you’ll consume.” “The money is not enough to pay for the entire course.” “It … Continue reading A piece of scarce pie – one at a time
Wanderlust Tales ….by Radhika
Away from the mediocrity of life
the call of nature tugs my nomadic heart
to tread the lonely path, deep into the unblemished locales.
I escape from the ordinary,
letting the wings of freedom carry me into the wilderness.
Tall primeval trees stand on snow clad ground
whispering stories of silent loneliness.
In isolation of my sanctuary, feelings pour out,
the letters soak in the essence of nature’s hues
thaw those emotions on to the paper.
I script the trail of my journey, the wanderlust tales!
The poetry form chosen is Blood Quill. Two stanzas of six lines each - Syllables 6-6-9-6-6-9 - Rhyme abcabc defdef a dance of merriment to please parched minds and soul seeking relief from scorched earth and sun -it's only a statement we are alive and whole -connected to share, we all are one strength revels … Continue reading Blood Quill
Those were the days when life was a dream waiting to happen…. I wandered lonely as a cloud, and dreamt of lifelong friends, soul-stirring conversations, ever expanding networks and spheres of influence. Human beings survive on hope and imagination. Everything that is yet to happen is beautiful. It keeps us moving towards a goal post. … Continue reading Risk of Living
A book review of “After Rain Skies” by Michelle Aon Navajas…
This is a book I could not put away once I started reading it. Michelle Ayon Navajas collaborates with a social cause, and highlights unspoken pains of women with deftness in verbal expression.
Almost every pain has been discussed – victim-blaming, incest, marital rape, infidelity, being used as currency in bets, physical, mental and emotional abuse.
One of her characters realizes she is not to be blamed, only after joining a group of abuse victims. The stories are all of real women, who braved the torture and live to talk about it.
Here are some glimpses into the pages of the book “After Rain Skies”. I felt like a voyeur peeping into the secret chambers of a woman’s mind or her handbag.
you lost your voice in the roaring thunder of his growing ego as you lost your consciousness under his vicious hands.
You see, you can’t escape a storm…
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He’s back ….by Chris Hall
My second cross-continental collaboration with artist, Suzanne Starr.
This story was inspired by Suzanne’s drawing which I saw on my LinkedIn feed. Once again, I found the images of her characters so compelling that I had to write their story.
You can find more of Suzanne’s artwork at www.suzannestarart.com – do check it out!
‘He’s Back’ charcoal drawing by Suzanne Starr*
Part of my Flash Fiction collection
He’s Back
‘That’s a pretty dress, Miss Clara,’ said the Stork, as the little girl approached him. ‘Oh, but you look sad on your birthday. Why?’ She is so tall now, he thought.
‘I wish I could just fly away like you do,’ Clara looked up at him with her large brown eyes.
‘What’s wrong, Miss Clara? You have a lovely home with people who care for you. Why are you unhappy?’
‘It’s just that I feel like…
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Enjoy Eugenia's response to Xploration Challenge #221 https://amanpan.com/wisdom/
you trample a clean path without knowing who dug up the snow to lead you to sheltered stations you enjoy a peaceful night without knowing if this is a stopover or still better your destination you may be out again on another cycle of life, learning creation and damnation without knowing I am the path … Continue reading I am the path
Usha’s “Game”….
Life is like a game of scrabble,
You pick dares, you want to dabble,
A mix of consonants and vowels, in good measure,
To script your life, as you desire,
Words like, ‘courage’, ‘integrity’, ‘resilience’, ‘loyalty’,
Mould character, to rise to challenges, victoriously.
