They assumed she died in the bus accident. The family is feeding the poor to complete posthumous religious rituals. "Don't think about money," the gentlemen says pompously, "my mother's soul should rest in peace." Miles away, an old woman is shivering on the riverside on a cold night. She has been starving for the last … Continue reading Not missed
She was the best vet my furry baby could have ever had. Dr. P followed all procedures by putting a muzzle on her mouth, before treating her. But the gentle submission and total absence of resistance always surprised me. The bedside manners of a doctor influence a patient more than the medicine. It matters a … Continue reading Gentleness
background thoughtsinterfere with lifechange structuresof spacesI choose to live - clear debrisbefore you build homes all new thoughtsenter, move aroundin circlesget processedtill you achieve the peak statemind your processors Written for dVerse Poetics - The strange houses of Lee Madgwick
The train stops, and it’s not a station. It’s a mechanical fault which will take time to fix. Passengers jump out for an impromptu picnic in the flower gardens near the track. Am I not lucky to have taken a train today? The boss’s secretary said flight tickets are getting expensive, and we need to … Continue reading Smell the flowers
Volatility makes one feel insecure. Flying with no strings attached is a nightmare. My daughter wants to go abroad for a doctorate, and I’ve spent three sleepless nights in a row. Umbilical cords remain. Relationships become tumultuous if one side holds tighter. Quivering balloons on the bumper of the car driving ahead tell me she … Continue reading Set free
eyes openI am in my zonestart the dayfight the worlddreams refuse to go away-I need to find time Written for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #Specificform - Shadorma
A photo-app filter can create this effect - slightly better than pixelation. The images are easily identifiable as human, though they look faded and broken. Do I have a right to do this with their spirit? Should I break them before they dare to reach the sky? I wonder if it was a power-hungry maniac … Continue reading Filters
Who says we are made of stardust?Watch me glow as I become a sieve let sunrays penetrate my being-drive me to act, with no reprieve I’m born with a higher purposeOnly if I’m open to receive.... Written for What Do You See?
When did I become A searchfrom a pathway Who labeled a fading scar aspersistent ache Why did I agree to move mountainsand build a graveyard What blinded me enough to lose visionin search of light How did I change a metaphorto autobiography Written for Sunday Confessionals
“You’ve no clue how demeaning it is. I got chucked out of the show at the last minute…I couldn’t fit in the bandage dress, as I measured half an inch more.” “Couldn’t they alter the dress?” “They hold the power to alter careers and damage egos.” The model’s soul was scarred, which no bandage could … Continue reading Fashion
