A Migrant’s Choice

June 5, 2016 § 5 Comments


This, was the coolest, quietest place in the City.

The City, he now called ‘home’, but didn’t quite feel like it, yet.

As he gazed at the glimmering buildings

that had fuelled his shimmering hopes;

He longed for the heat, dust and noise, which,

he had longed to escape.

He wondered at the perversity of his mind

that made the chrome, snow and glass he had chased all his life

Fill his heart with ice.

This post is written in response to ‘Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Week 5-31 through 6-6-2016’. Inspiring photo supplied by Barbara Taylor – Thank you. 




June 4, 2016 § Leave a comment


The nothing that inspires –
Poets and painters and mundane masters,
A daily mirage of freedom and hope and unending flight,
A bouyancy that’s but fixed except in mind’s eye.

I fancy it, I fancy it – a moron I may be,
A fallacy, a fairy tale but I can’t just let it be.


June 4, 2016 § Leave a comment


Masks and Purpose

Oh! The weight of the many faces

That loads the mind with their many purpose

Burying the one that needs to be pursued

The inner journey is all about

Resurrection and then staying the course

My Vivid Dreams during Restless Nights – My Blessed Journey

June 2, 2016 § Leave a comment

I’m back in the city, working at starting pay, living by myself sharing a room with a roomie.

I’m nervous, scared and overwhelmed about starting my life all over again so late in life. About living on a shoestring budget, about being acceptable to others, about how people will treat me now.

I remind myself of friends who have made it with grace, of the friendly and generous city to shore up my courage and build my confidence and that I do have people I can fall back on.

It all feels too real. There is no regret, fear yes but regret – no.

I look for him to help me through this, just a guiding hand, a shoulder every now and then, someone I can count on in times of need.

He gives me a ride when I need one after work at night. Once he drops me off for a relative’s visit. It is a beautiful place.

It starts off with a rectangular arch, more if a horizontal pillar placed atop two sculpted vertical pillars on either side. Shallow steps cut on stone lead you to a huge waterfall fountain bordered with pavement for walking alongside the gushing water. A traditional temple sirs atop the fountain.

You can feel the spirituality, divinity and serenity in the air. The place is clean and air is clear, though its on a busy street. 

The uncovered paved walkway leads to the temple, surrounding which are well spaced, highend residences over a grassy, undulating plain that rises and falls so gracefully.

Beyond the large expanse of grass lay the woods.

Ah! The woods –

They are lush, mysterious and so pregnant with life. Emotions, hormones and adrenaline run high. I walk through the woods with him and like-minded others. We make our way as a group.

The forest gives way to a mountain with a treacherous path to climb with only a steep fall by the side. I climb, we climb. I’m scared all the time but something pushes me to climb. I sense elation within my grasp and that eggs me on. I will rest atop the hill and find the next mountain to climb. Atop the hill I don’t see him any more. I’m complete on my own.


June 2, 2016 § 2 Comments


His purple face and bulging eyes
Controlled steps and unsaid words

His cutting comments and wounding pricks
Manipulative threats and irrational curses

His thundering steps and raised voice
The tornado that hits all in its path

His smokescreen to deflect
Or have his way

Makes it hard to remember
The shoulder he lent,
the hug that cocooned,
the hand I held,
the steps I followed,
And the heart that blessed.

Remember, remember what anger can do
To you and the rest and memories too.

Where Am I?

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