Cinema has gone digital, but I have changed. I feel suffocated in dark movie theaters. Screens at home serve the purpose well, with added benefits of multitasking. beauty of antiquity bewitching charms of the past forays into dark they once held me spellbound with cosy companions (276 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/05/28/twittering-tales-138-28-may-2019/
I wear all the blues raging oceans fail to calm fires lit by fags whatever’s burning inside becomes a grey gist of me https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/05/28/photo-challenge-265/
I am building a memorial for my dog – just installing a marble temple on her grave. It is to consecrate the relationship we shared with her – of unconditional love for one another. It might not hold any meaning for anyone after I die, because the value lies in my mind. There are people … Continue reading Consecration
dreams turn true miracles count I survived bad forecasts does it make life less of a hard miracle https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/05/23/reenas-exploration-challenge-88/
a plea in doe eyes don’t stop fawning over me I just lost Mother I need warmth of home and hearth your kind dog mothers me https://frankjtassone.com/2019/05/26/haikai-challenge-87-5-26-19-fawn-kanoko-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/
“One should not start a novel, without deciding what the end will be.” “My characters assume life, and do whatever they like.” “You are like the ringmaster in a circus. Make them toe the line.” “Can the ringmaster be sure that the beasts will always behave?” “Well …” "Creativity is like driving a car at … Continue reading On the edge of creativity
“Letz go for a spin …” It was unusual for Danny to call at this hour. Ten minutes later …. “I hear that the incumbent Finance Minister has passed away. Official announcements might take some time.” “Those who won and those who lost the recent elections can both spin a web. We might as well … Continue reading Spinning
the sky looked like ink, no stars, just black; that’s how it began. the moon did rise – solitary, like in choppy waters a swan it fluttered wings and sang a song, scattering moondust around’ one by one, stars appeared, like guilty kids – without a sound tales of betrayal deeply etched on … Continue reading That’s how it all began
“There you go – messing it up again. Why can’t you ever get things done right?” Martha’s shrill voice pierces my soul. I let my imagination go astray – a life without being blamed for every inconsequential act or mishap, a life with total freedom of doing things my way. The heat of a mismatched … Continue reading Ice between us
capture life in shots – clicking away I see time quickly ticking away loveless life – in search of a meaning transient emotions slipping away I help someone, and look in their eyes embarrassed gratitude inching away but reciprocal acts do not come by I need them more than they need me, … Continue reading Nirvana land
