Having a birthday during a pandemic is an interesting, to say the least, experience. I can’t even remember what my age is as of this weekend. However, I will remember wearing a face mask for it. I will remember my smile having to come through my eyes. Tyra […]
To touch a petal To caress a flower To hold beauty within one’s arms There is still vibrancy to behold There are sumptuous delights Let it grow all around Let it lead to a connection There’s always hope
Almost every year, it rains on my birthday. I’m a May baby. Somone who loves spring despite the allergies. Even the rain can’t keep me down. Today is my birthday and besides the rain, there’s a pandemic. I get to wear a mask and stay six feet away […]
Dear diary This is day 40 something… perhaps…of a crazed new world order. I’ve lost count of days. Yet, the calendar still beckons. Perhaps. The days bleed into the night. The night becomes morning with barely a whisper. The work is brutal and continuous. Where it ends is […]
If only there was a caramel sundae on my doorstep With cherries and mirth on top If only there was a plane waiting to whisk me away To a far away universe dipped in chocolate If only there was a time machine Filled with candy canes If only […]
For some people it’s “my way or the highway”. At times, those are insufferable people. Actually, quite often they are insufferable people. They feel (or rather) they are always right. Working with such people can be quite taxing. And, it can be quite a burden to try to […]
There is a path forward. We will be ok. That’s what I keep telling myself. That’s what I keep telling others. It’s what I tell my son. I was nostalgically flipping through photographs from last summer. The ones of my son swimming in the various pools, made me […]
I usually love the month of May. It’s my month. It’s my birthday month. Flowers blossom and birds chirp. The air has a twinkle. There’s an extra step in my pep. Or extra pep in my step. However, this is the pandemic era. Birthdays take an extra meaning […]
She paused in front of the dumpster. She often took this back alley because of this very reason. She wanted to see hopes and broken dreams laid out so earnestly. When you see people’s hanging photographs or artwork no one ever says they represent what once was. But […]
It left me saddened and confused There was no comfort Everything felt rotten inside Emptiness It wasn’t a dance It was a rollercoaster A rickety windmill Am empty storefront No here today No long goodbye A faded mirror And broken heels No comfort Just sadness
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