Runaway

I had a thought

but it was fleeting…

Tried to catch it, but…

Somehow…

It’s now….

lost in the jumble of thoughts

that ran through my day.

It was a good one

while it lasted

but I could not tell you

what form or shape

it would have been

or what form

it could have taken…

If it were blue or black

or rainbow patterned…

It was a thought, sudden

unbidden, unwritten

and then it left…

Like the wisp of genie smoke

or the curlicue of cloud

or the foam

in a cappuccino cup

from the barista in Rome…

It was a runaway thought…

And I could not catch it…

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It’s not over until…

I’ve always said I was a writer, albeit unknown. I write about all sort of things, except when I don’t. Recently, I’ve become an accountant, counting other people’s money. And because of it, returned to school. I now wear a student’s thinking cap. They only gave me a used one, so… the gears have turned rusty, on this thinking cap. I’m waiting for the upgrade, but they said it’ll cost a pretty penny. It’s slow to process many things, it was made in 71. I’m not sure if it was 1871 or 1771. It could have been 1671, it feels like one. Perhaps It’s as old as time, this thinking cap likes to argue. It argues with the computer and its logic. Absurd, I know. One supposes that the thinking cap was somehow imbued with illogical thinking. After all, how can the teacher assign the 13th chapter when it’s not even in the book? It also argues with me, this thinking cap. I tell it I am old and just leave me alone. It counters that I paid excessively for this one class surely I have the will to pass. Just pass for heaven’s sake! But because my thinking cap is eons old, what am I to do?

I ought to buy another computer so it can think for me. Set my thinking cap upon its monitor and press a button. I’m sure between the two of them, they’ll come up with a solution and get me that PhD.

Woman

They absconded with your innocence

Before you could breath

And the rivers of tears flowed through

Your birth to your death

Following your footsteps

like the river Styx

They stole your honor before you

Could even hold that pearl

twixt your fingers

And pointed theirs at you saying

Your fault, your fault

The world and all its ills your fault

Because you were born

to be a woman

That jaded old Eve and her sin

You carry in your tainted hands

That old bedraggled Jezebel

And her crony,

once celebrated Delilah

It was Lilith that bore you

So all the sins of the world are yours…

We have always been blameless…

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Opportune Moment

It was hot, that day we stopped in the jungle. The air was fetid, burgeoning with some unvoiced expectation. The sun was overbearing and the clouds uncooperative. The air swarmed with mosquitoes and other flying insects. It was noisy with the calls of jaguars and clay. Still we trudged through this and for one fleeting second, I was able to stand in awe. One second to capture this moment… As if there was only me and the world followed in my wake. Jaguars can wait, this could not.

Chichen Itza, you are indeed magnificent! The temple of Kukulcan. Believe me, there were plenty of people teeming around its expanse. But this was taken quite quickly. It turned out quite nice.

I brought home with me the spirit of the jaguar. And every so often, I let it roar just like I have heard in this magnificently haunted place. It is quite fun to scare the dogs with it. Hahaha!

Update

It’s busy in my household. No, wait… I’m busy… It started in 2016… No, wait… Yeah…

It was the Italian trip in January, followed by the China trip, with Christmas in Vegas. Then I was told to go back to school. Ah. I also accepted a promotion. So…. everything just went into hyperdrive and It’s suddenly December again!!

I have yet to post something on Comic-Con from 2016!!

And forget my passion for cooking! It’s been instant noodle bowls for the most part. Or take-outs!

I hope by Christmas I can post a few more stories about my current life ed-ventures. Ah, such is life…