Beauty What beauty in camps? I sit in my favourite chairlistening to Beethoven’s last sonata,slient breezesin time.to the music.My world creates a sonata The other shatters all possibility of one. Guarded, malnourished;the beauty of rescue: possible?loudspeakers are silent.Waiting for a pass, a nod,family member to utter their name,to go back hometo farm, toil, feed the earthfeel the breeze of ...
The monsoon is late rain lingers the married couple arrive. from London. Father and sister fly into colombo charmed, longing to stay The rains appear to not go away The bride picks the auspicious day to be married bride eclipses goddess perfect perfection. groom swallows paper. dashing gentleman sunset , full moon share the sky venus shines sparkling babies ...
Indi is brave as far as I am concerned . He gives a different view of established and populist one espoused by the western media and published by the “fourth estate.” He should be read as an interested scholar would read an article on the latest philosopher’s treatise or scientific discovery. Thereb, culminating in a fine analysis either disputing ...
My best friend is my twin brother. We are identical, born 12 mins apart on December 12, 1929. It was a relatively easy birth; the nurse noted the exact time we saw the light and who the fairer one was. After all, we were born in Ceylon, a British Colony and, apparently, a charmed existence for some. I am ...
The Deep Blue Sea Go deep, more profound. As deep as you’ve ever imagined.The rawness from you bursting forthA ripe open mangosteenPurple juice staining your lips, darkening your tongueThe truth lies there. Lies too, but lies do not stay for long.Truth has the freedom to come out and playSometimes it’s so painful you can’t go on.It’s Bach at its finest- ...
Christian faith requires that faith persist in the face of the impossible and, that Humans have the capacity to simultaneously believe in two contradictory things.
Short days in Michiganthe leaves colorsreminds me of the hillsin that faraway island during thedry season – the red earthhot underfoot, cracklesas the leaves dropmaking a moundSmoothies drunk in a cafécontain this richnessThe liquid slides downthe throat and a coat is buttonedOutside the air freezesSmoke blows from the mouthCigarette tossed on the ground The old man mowing his lawnWearing his ...
“Too much!” I say to my 16-year-old. We have too much. Please don’t waste your food; eat what’s on your plate, I reiterate. Not because I am necessarily super altruistic about food waste—it’s the “principle of the thing” –it affects us all—When one is a parent-one try to set an example, teach right from wrong, good from bad, waste from conservation. ...
Bravery manifests in many guises. John was tired of fighting–and being assigned to the front line– was terrified. But, like all his comrades, he put up a brave front. Besides, John would never let his side down by playing the coward. He wanted respect, and the men in the front usually got it. It’s basic, the respect, that is. So ...
Laki, our blessed friend, passed away on May 30th. 2021. Laki was an incredible artist, landscape gardener, architect, mathematician, naturalist, writer of prose, who was comfortable working with several art forms and prolifically. He enjoyed meeting friends, never one to discourage people knocking on his door- many visitors would drop by to meet this special man that inspired his ...
I first met Uppi at Anderson Road– Cedric aind Uppi were old friends of Dom’s and they were coming over to meet me (and Dom)to make our introduction. My first impression was that she was a striking, beautiful woman. She was one of a kind that’s for sure. And she was warm, so warm. She made me feel at ...
to be barefoot in the rain listening to music of a certain time frame winning the lottery, thank you kindly now go piss down the lane don’t forget the champagne.
Dominic, my husband, is one of the more evolved souls I know His heart is as big as they come, his intelligence keen and quick. Being married to him means that you are always looked after, he considers it his duty, love aside. He comes from a line of men whose core values are of the early 20th century Which ...
Good days and bad days another mantra. I collect mantras like some people collect shells while they walk on the beach t.he sun sparkling. Surfers surfing. I change my mantra to: Fire up the Naz mojo. Don’t hide it, find it. It’s a peculiar disease as are the side effects from the meds no filter no self control creates chaos. ...
lvmy writings are full of movement Not dancing the tap or, waltzing in wilpattu or serious about the tango in argentina. writing with pen on paper and my scrawl is all over the page.
This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity to speak briefly to you about this mindless menace of violence in America which again stains our land and every one of our lives. It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence ...
