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Poems, short fiction and lighter pieces from the archive.
He sat in the darkness, stretched out over the chair – one leg across the arm rest and his back across the other. All the years of work had finally paid off – he had pierced the centre of the universe and discovered all it's secrets. He knew everything, he was all seeing, all knowing… ...
Think of this wide expanse we call life. Suppose reality was like a sheet and you and I are 'shapes' popping up in this sheet. We are like sock puppets – Shakespeare could've been a little more specific – All the world is a stage, and we are merely sock puppets. ...
"A Thirsty Fish I don't get tired of you. Don't grow weary of being compassionate toward me! All this thirst equipment must surely be tired of me, the waterjar, the water carrier. ...
I sit staring at a blank screen, with the keyboard awaiting my touch patiently. Lacking the 'inanimation' of the keyboard, I wait for inspiration to strike with growing impatience. And a funny image fills my head – Inspiration in the form of one the Norse gods with a huge hammer waiting to strike. I think… ...
The mind breaks free From the grip of gravity And I soar again Rising beyond fears Leaving worries behind The sky greets me And the wind whispers A welcome song I'm floating free Back where I belong. And flying is easy, Just open your mind Let your imagination Unfold mighty wings See here and now.… ...
The silence speaks to me Drowning out the sounds Of the vehicles racing by Drawing me closer To the silence inside ...
I look out over the water and see nothing. I look back, and the only thing I can see is the pinpoint of light from the boat shed, and many smaller scattered points around it – from the houses, mine and those of my neighbors. I wonder how much time it would take for them… ...
Another morning. Another day at work. Smiling, chatting cheerfully, answering queries, guiding employees with only one objective. Making sure that the customer is happy. And the hotel prided itself on getting every customer to come back. And to keep customers happy, he made sure that his employees were happy. ...
From an unpublished poet's private collection. Write to me. Write to me, Write me a story, ...
I reflect. I passed through the dark, Guided by the light Of the future I was creating The vision always in sight ...
She: 'I don't think we should do it' He: 'What are you talking about?' 'I don't think we should get Junior started on chess' 'ummm, he's 4 years old, and it's as good a time to start as any – wasn't that when you started?' 'Yes, but I fear for what it will do to… ...
I wanted to quit, To stop thinking of you That’s easy to say Impossible to do Dreams of you ...
A tiara, the hushed silence followed by the applause, the sash, the arms raised in jubilation and those gorgeous lips making a big O as the reality of the triumph hits home– a lot of little kids, and some not so little kids, have this fantasy. Indeed some of these kids are little girls. And… ...
We know that readers (ok, ok, the single reader – fine!) of this blog are very discerning gentlemen (if you are a lady please leave your number in the comments section) with refined tastes and superior intelligence. And therefore they take a strong interest in foreign affairs and stuff like the socioeconomic factors which impact… ...
The earliest memory I have of her is from ’82 or so (yeah, I am ancient – that’s where all the wisdom comes from) – someone in my society introduced me to her. The first meeting did not leave a very s...
"Sir, do you have an apple?" She said, waving an apple in her hand in case I didn't know an apple from an orange. She was wearing the frazzled but curt and serious expression worn by airport official...
It's been some time since the urge to mother someone has been burgeoning (I love this word) within the bosom of my roomie, i.e. the urge to mother someone other than the his many child women and other than his employees (though mentor would be his choice of words – but he does mother them… ...
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