When I retire to my bed, the lights remain on. Every night, I look up at the moon, thinking about how it seems like a small pool into which I may fall. I recall school trips and slices of chilled meats, as well as money…

A Friendly Reminder   Not all Native Americans were headdresses and live in teepees smoking peyote and waiting for a vision.   Some live on top of Mesas in pueblos.   Not all Indigenous people speak the same language. Just like not all Asians have…

The foundation of enduring craft, Cotton sarees create rich narratives with a legacy steeped in history, Stories abound in the tale of their fabric.     Cotton sarees convey tales, with a dynamic colour palette; not to be outdone, they proudly carry traditions on display,…

Keep glib quotations away from me Remove patronising soporific poetry   I don’t care for prayers   Nothing satisfies or placates me in your inevitable absence   I still rise early to greet you to make you laugh and tell you stories   To hear…

Hour Twenty-Two I could eat pizza every day. I make my own l luscious, I’m not afraid of hate mail. You see pizza has graced my palette for breakfast, leftover lunch and dinner etiquette. Versatile, melting cheeses, veggies, meats, gluten free too. Pizza adornment needn’t…

I sit in my car at the intersection of Mitchell and Pine Smells of pizza fill the air. Seriously, WTF? On one side of the street pizza by the slice. A buck a slice. I’m so serious I want to swear right now. When school…

Code Talkers IV: A small group of men all huddled in a foxhole making history.   Devising a code to trick the enemies and help save the day.

There are so many things I am hoping you’ll realize as the pages get thinner and thinner – as you not only near the end – but feel it so completely in your soul that this is just another step along a path you have…

Hour Twenty-one – Text Prompt Write a poem that starts and ends with the word running.   Captain Haddock Dunning   Running a tight ship like he was wont to do, Barking command till he was blusterly blue. Poor old Captain Haddock Dunning The men were…

In this flat setting, humans, like letters, stand out. Perspective accounts are being written all throughout the country. Settlements are like punctuation marks where lives collide, like the rivers and mountains, the ancient ink of the Earth. Huge oceans, and an ink-black sea, shroud a multitude…