A family tree should provide open, welcoming arms Like the shade of leafy branches on a hot summer’s day Shelter from the storms of life, the heat of stressful situations Still allowing light to filter through so you can make your own way A family…

HOUR FOUR  – KnowLedge          Mary Pecaut   KnowLedge   Now in 2122, we stand on the ledge of what  we knew a century ago – when blue bones began again and ice-locked  streams broke loose by choice or time to go…

We have fought many applaudable battles, But our biggest one will forever be against time itself. In a world where people grow older, Than what we now see as fortunate, With more time on our hands, We spend lesser time on the what-s and more…

Working 9 to 5 most hours spent overthinking and other escaping from the dimensions of a colourful screensaver I misunderstood the ‘saver’ in the virtual pandemonium filled with colourful people.            

grandmother weaves a story around her mother’s birth ten score years ago a little house a darkened room airless mud walls absorb and reflect the screams of a terrified young girl beads of sweat soaking the bedding leaving dark patches and finally the dai ma…

The Composer What heavenly symphony rises weaved by the eternal master that freezes the moment of reincarnation the dry yellow dances over the verdant green where death meets life in the deep Hour 4 @varenyas

Ancestry.com When time trickles away and my body is lost to it, one more soul among a trillion others that float freely in the ether, what memory hand will snatch me back? To whom will my words speak? Will they be pressed between the pages…

If it must be, he wished it to go on. Isolated from the world So, he could loudly play his song. On the one tool that allowed him peace Amongst the trees and breeze easy leaves The perfect backdrop of which to perform One he’d…

Without a fridge The sun was her preservationist   Without a bathroom The family did it in the open   Without a microwave oven Cold meal was a religion   Coal-pot cooker was a luxury Its glow embers kept her cold at bay But not…

Does one walk uphill to get to the beach? I, dimwitted, did indeed searching for Red Sand Beach at Hana Up and up on a wooded cinder cone through tall grasses looking for an elusive trail past neglected gravestones with Chinese lettering made of sea-worn…