The Snow Haze   I dwelled on those many photos. On the sofa in the dark living room. The memories. I aged. Photos have now blurred. But the face is there, crisp. My eyes cloud.  I now scarcely look at the color of his clothes, but not the face. I take off my cape. The room is getting …

Passages This post includes writings that are too short to be published as separate blog posts. Instead, each fitted the size of a tweet. I'm posting those from Twitter  on my blog to keep them saved over reliability. This post would also include those passages that were not published…

Death Content Warning.   Death is shy. He avoids me. I think of him every second I breathe, but nothing tingles his hearing. I wonder if he sneezes. Unlikely; he would have the flu all the time. Poor ill Death! I call him as I live. He doesn't attend to my demands and yet, it …

The Beach Detached Every beach has a silver lining. I am not talking about blue ceiling above. That is not the idiom. I gazed far across the beach where the water shimmered, searching... It was my first time seeing the southern shore. I was walking towards the water when I heard a sud…

Carl Holding its menacing weapon, it ascended to the apocalyptic end. City gore saturated behind. Oh, is that its long neck? No, I can only see the black shadow. The blotched face ferocious yet, tiny in front of the dome sized, oozing and popping sea of bubbling blood, turned to whe…

A Winter Song I'm a winter person. To me, it is my magic and wonder. A moment to see candlelight in unpenetrating dimness. I see colors in winter whites! The snowflake crystal loosing texture in the palm of my hands. I seek lights resembling fireflies; breathing in the fog…