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Resilience
To the one who has arrived Bringing lucidity to an interrupted- And wandering life That was once tribulated, But is now contented
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Mapping Hell
hell is a dank, dark basement apartment once a home for two but now only housing one who perpetually breathes in mildew while learning the meaning of the phrase 'crawling with bugs' as he sits alone on a queen sized bed
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Sane
SANE: A word I have never quite been acquainted with. I was brought up by someone who physically used my head to punish the walls of the house she found no peace in. How could “sane” possibly live here? Blindfolded by my desire to run from that hellhole, I thought the only road leading to happiness is marriage.
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Old Photographs
A ghost of a smile Graced my lips, Gazing at old faded photos of us I missed, Younger days have gone so fast. Truly good times never last.
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2027
The invasion happened 40 years ago, in 2027. Big, oval-shaped metal ships appeared out of the sky. It’s hard for anyone to think that on that day, millions of lives disappeared. The aliens came in their large spacecrafts with protruding metal legs, and walked around our town in Aberdeen.
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I Told my Mother About Gurdjieff
I told her about an experience I had, of mystical ideas. She said to me in Yiddish “Ken nisht herren” (Can’t hear it.) She didn’t want to hear about it, and I thought, “Wait a minute, I can’t talk to her about this.” She was not ready to listen.
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Pocrescophobia
A number is just a number, Which is a popular belief. Simple as that- Yet when you saw a different number on the scale- it changes everything.
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Silence in the Pub Trade: Do Pub Companies Enable Alcoholism in Their Staff?
Working in a pub encourages drinking. For some, this is a dream. For others, a nightmare.
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Trust Your Gut
I was accepted into the doctoral program and was offered a full scholarship. Most people would have immediately accepted. But I didn’t.
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I Feel Closer to My Great Grandma Since She Forgot Who I Am
“Are you sure you want to go visit Grandma T? It might be difficult for you to see her this way,” my grandma, whom I call “Oma,” asked me. “Why?” I asked in return. I knew my great grandma had recently moved from her home to a memory care facility, but I wasn’t aware to what extent her mind had been affected. I hadn’t seen her in a few months. “She gets really upset sometimes,” she replied. “And she probably won’t remember who you are.”
