Rhyme & Reason

I could always make her laugh In a nerdy way, I made jokes about math Which was funny because I was into art And she was an electrical engineer But still I chuckled at the things that set her apart I’d just never met a nerd who was into heart “I’m into freedom, I’m into … Read more

Orange Needs More Than Blue

“There is no blue without yellow and without orange” – Vincent Van Gogh. “California is a great place to live, if you happen to be an orange” – Fred Allen Orange borrows residences in different time zones where her joy is cemented in memories of the past. Her palette for change is that of a … Read more

A Fresh Start

It was late at night when she got the call. She wasn’t asleep; no, she’d been hoping, waiting, for it. “It’s me. Can’t really talk, but I’m okay and everything’s fine. Will you come get me? I’ll be waiting by the river at the Adamson Bridge.” The night was cool. The breeze gently ruffled her … Read more

Between The Red Sea & The Gulf of Aden

At 24,000 feet, the great expanse of water he had always known as a child looked little more than a toddlers’ wading pool, or a puddle in a brown field that just happened to be exceptionally blue. Regardless, something was terribly wrong. He turned to look up… or was it down? Orientation was still making … Read more

Lost In The Stars

The rocks stood there, defenceless against the might of the waves, Battering, crushing them, with every back and forth chipping off it morsels Each time carving a cave into the cliff’s imposing countenance And with every gush, the crumbs are swept off into the strangest of seas Once a permanent scar on that face, the … Read more

Limbic Resonance

Maybe it’s the way my palms get clammy when she comes around and I have nothing to say. Or maybe it’s the sound of her laugh; it makes me want to feed her pilau with my fingers. I know distress when I see her and she carries a yellow pencil behind her ear. So, I … Read more

Ms. Takes

The ray of light from the window was the first indication of how far her legs had taken her this time. The yellow glow seemed to illuminate and incriminate her decision. Everything told her she was about to make a mistake. The inauspicious left eyelid twitch was a confirmation of the premonition. And that goddamn … Read more

Old Man’s Clutter

The old man collects remains of past storms, Nested in a room of mounting clutter. His stories are of yesterday’s tragedies, Companionships which no longer matter. He dwells on the ruins and pain of lives now gone … He is the only one left gathering ash and stones, Nested in mold infested walls, In a … Read more

The Doctor’s Trick

Doctors & Boxes Larry was a conman and he was proud of it. He was successful at his trade, as his moderate wealth and lack of convictions exhibited. He just wasn’t particularly good at it. Larry was one of those people with an undeserved and entirely unfair abundance of good luck. His poorly thought out … Read more

Pinocchia

  “What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?” “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens … Read more