Rooms filled with disappointment and anguish, ripe with age they walk as if dragged, one day to the next, every dream to its death, praying without faith, hoping without hope,
November 5, 2009
Marge walked swiftly towards Charlie's room. Her gait bore a mixture of hesitation and desperation. Her temporarily acquired determination was wearing-off like a sedative in the middle of a hernia operation. She stomped on, thinking of the time they had the night before.
November 5, 2009
It was a poetic morning – birds chirping in a harmonious symphony, the air was infused with the scent of fresh foliage; undermined only by the intoxicating aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and to top it off an innate sense of well being, energy, and optimism possessed Shirley. It caught her completely unaware and hopelessly… [Read more…]
September 10, 2008
It felt so right, you and me like a story made up to fit a child’s dream. Ugly as an eye sour, defined by society’s prejudicial code, rode the dream with her eyes closed. The treacherous terrain wrought by anguish and pain, longing and strain often mended by hope so vain. Distracted and suckered into… [Read more…]
December 7, 2007
A dreaded reminder accompanied dawn, a banal placid episode to a chosen few. But to most maledicted souls, a curt reminder that ‘escape is unattainable’. It meant reliving the horrors of memories you want to forget, ignore, bury and lie like a paralytic unable to control or stop this relentless ruthless storm. Gripped by this… [Read more…]
July 5, 2007
– A contemporary rendition Once Upon a time, there was a hare who often boasted about his swiftness, speed and how nobody could beat him. He frequently taunted and scorned everyone but especially the self-effacing tortoise who tolerated his insults to avoid any unwanted and pointless confrontation with someone who suffers from a over-inflated ego… [Read more…]
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