The Blue Demon

Primp Younger daughter Emani, never took the time to primp. Not that she could if she wanted to. Older sister Ada was always there, in front of the mirror, fixing her hair, adjusting her sari. Jeweled necklaces draped Ada’s perfect slender throat. Intricately woven strands of gold encircled her wrists and sparkling gemstone flowers dangled…

Care

Second Thoughts Up all night watching election coverage, having second thoughts about caring. Yesterday I voted proudly. I was excited, hoping for a better future. But this is what happens when you lose, you have to ask, “Is it worth caring?” It’s a kind of armor or a shield. To say, “I don’t care,” or…

A Canoe, a Rowboat and a Helicopter

Joke Once there was a man who’d been stranded on the roof of his house after a flood. As the flood waters rose, he knelt to pray to God for rescue. After a time a boy in a canoe came passing by. “Yo dude! Want a ride?” he yelled to the man. The man shook…

Why Paint?

Paint Fly with me to a prehistoric time not in the fertile crescent but to the northern clime Where survival hangs by a single thread to make it throuth the winter long to survive the lonely months   People need more than meat and fire through the coldest times, hope is essential one must nourish…

Goodbye Mom

Stubborn The swollen fingers were cool and lifeless, gently as I could I slipped my hand in an gave a little squeeze. Earlier in the morning I had gotten three or four good squeezes back, as I talked her through the ultrasound of her heart, now as massaged them their was only a softness without…

The Luxury of Time

Slowly, Luxury Often I wish I could give the gift not of time but of the enjoyment of time. Telling everyone: “Take pleasure in all that you do.” Today so much time seems wasted on commuting in cars, judging the lives of strangers and trying to escape from a life without meaning. What would it…

Who Is the Real Child?

Childhood  To grow up, you must first be a child.- me I understand that this is a place where different cultures have very different ideas. My Kurdish friend has told me that at the age of ten a child is considered an adult. This does help explain how at thirteen he was married to his…

Blue Sky

Sky The more doors seem to shut against me, the more I appreciate that, writing is my blue sky. This is where I fly.   It is easy to feel trapped, when you devote yourself to others. Invisible chains hold you fast to home to care for those in need, but still your spirit cries to…

Why Truth is Stranger Than Fiction

Grain Fact is stranger than fiction because like a grain of sand within an oyster, truth in its simplest form makes us uncomfortable. Like the mollusk we seek to make it soft and shiny, we coat truth within layer after layer of shiny lacquer to make it easier to accept. The naked truth is ugly…

Message Sent

Underestimate The Council underestimated his skills. Last Dawn (chapter 1, part2) Thirteen, fourteen, all fifteen, Myric counted to himself. His coded links were still intact and undiscovered. Sighing he sat back and relaxed for the first time since morning, before he’d left for the Council meeting. He wished he had more time to think about…

Haunted

Vision The vision of a man chasing a woman with a knife and other people watching, popped into my head one fateful night in the autumn of 2000. The man was totally enraged, he meant to kill her. The woman was terrified, she was scared to death. The others looked surprised. I only saw it…

Yesterday at the Beach

Beach Yesterday the sunshine made it warm enough to take my mother to the beach, but the lake shore breezes made it too chilly to stay. My Kurdish friend gave me a ride there and was very happy to see she lived so close to the lake. “We must have a picnic, when the weather…