“Have you waiting with bated breath, hung on every word As I narrate adventures and tribulations of gods and beasts ...”
Uniformity means death! Be the individual you are! This world has enough ants marching in line Dance, two-step, Sing & bellow! Enchant the hearts of many Or one - that one With an utterance, a stroke, a brush or spray can Blaze! & shine bright! You have the potential to rival the stars. Enjoyed what … Continue reading Untitled #004
When I was around 5 or 6 years old, I penned a story about a boy and his cat. It was short, 6-7 lines at most and incomplete. It had three characters; the boy, the cat, and the boy's mother. It was shit, to be honest, but at that time I remember being so excited … Continue reading The Boy and The Cat – Memories of Youth 2
I remember when I was a kid ... well, when I was younger, roundabout 10-11 yrs young, living in Red Hook, Brooklyn. We had so much fun, my friends and me, playing tag or hide-n-seek in front of the apartment building. I always hated being 'it' or at least, I pretended to. Our games of … Continue reading Jumping Fences and Dodging Landmines – Memories of Youth 1
Ha ... so, I feel a tad like a failure right about now. I finished reading The Rebel's Silhouette, a selection of Faiz Ahmed Faiz poetry by Agha Shahid Ali, a long time ago. I've been trying and failing, to forge words to best articulate my thoughts and feelings after reading this magnificent selection. But … Continue reading Summer Reading List #004 Review: The Rebel’s Silhouette: Selected Poems by Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Agha Shahid Ali
The USA remake of the South Korean original drama, The Good Doctor, about a young doctor diagnosed with autism and savant syndrome at a young age and his struggle and triumphs as a practicing pediatric surgeon, aired last night, 9/25, at 10 PM EST on ABC. I've already peeped the pilot episode that air early … Continue reading The Good Doctor USA: Pilot Review
It is a great travesty to the one you've lost. A travesty! To shroud their brilliance in the dark.
To speak of loss Such courage and strength One must have! The pain constricts the lungs And stealing one's breath. How broken the voice is As you try to speak The words one must say There is the pen, But the pain unsteadies the hand and tears blur the page. Speaking of loss, Let it … Continue reading Untitled #002