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Eyes of the night
She runs barefoot, stepping on outcropping tree roots and scattered twigs and branches on the damp forest floor. She knows the feeling; the discomfort of her feet being stabbed, scratched and roughened up doesn’t even make her wince. She is used to it. Margarita breathes in short and frantic motions, like the forced puffing of…
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Holding tight
Being a serious regular has its drawbacks. I can count with one single hand the times I’ve been constipated, and I’m not even using all my five fingers. I remember the time I was with my family on an all-inclusive vacation in a hotel on a beautiful Caribbean Island. My family of mom, dad, three…
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The Jungle Walkers
The music ringing on my ears triggers kaleidoscopic images as I fixate a face across the flame of a candle in front of me, at a distance; metric, imperial? Who gives a rat’s ass! I’m not even trying to gauge it, but I can make out the shapes uncannily, clear and sharp. Voices, chords, melodies…
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More than a crush on Joanna Lumley
I once had a girlfriend who looked like Joanna Lumley. I mean, kind of, sort of vaguely. More like a 35-year-younger version of Joanna Lumley, with less makeup. Ok, maybe they don’t resemble each other all that much. Actually, not at all. In fact, it’s not exactly as if they were identical, but they both…
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Coffee Mugs & Newsprint (Pt. 1)
I recently took to buying the Sunday newspaper. I recall pondering, that with so many papers meeting their inglorious fate, someone ought to attempt to salvage at least one of them. It sounds like a monumental mission, though.It might just be a wave of nostalgia for the good old print media, but if that’s the…
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First World Problems
There are times when a sense of empowerment, ignorance and even privilege is so ubiquitous that it’s easy to lose perspective of the predicaments and ordeals other people are going through. It is difficult to self-extricate from engrained learned patterns, as if to jump off the wagon of long-standing behaviors and leave one’s comfort zone.…
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Sliver of time
Only one flash, one night, one gaze into your eyes, one leisurely stroll in the park, one kiss, a heartfelt conversation, one cherished memory – just one. Only one and all of them. And all of them condensed into a singular timeless moment. Your body swayed in perfect harmony pressed against mine, a dance to the…
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Manifesto
Push my limits and go beyond my edge, I will, so long as my lungs drag breath. Honour the memory of my departed and desperately miss all those who had to leave, because I count myself so lucky that they spent any amount of time walking by my side. End once and for all my…
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Deeper than the Mariana Trench
I’ve come to terms with my solitude. The silence has become the best vehicle for my thoughts and feelings to resonate and hit like darts. I don’t want anything…well almost. Perhaps just the sweet breeze on my skin while I am sitting by the water. A few moments of beauty, peace and serenity every day.…
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The great equalizer
I have no doubt that aging is a great equalizer. No one can escape it unless you’re J-Lo, William Shatner, or Dracula. It’s impossible to ignore the cumulative impact of life’s daily encounters, the lessons learned, the trials faced, and the moments of joy and sorrow. Sooner or later, we’ll all stand before a mirror,…
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