The polished crown of his
head shines in the sun as he stares off in thought, his chin in his hands, to
keep his head from falling any lower. His collar creeps up over tufts of hair.
He’d disappear into his shell if he could. Ever a thinker, often staring at his
own thoughts, leaving his eyes to fall on anything. He would rather be known
for his mind, his ideas, than his body. The body must be fed and fit, and he
keeps his in good condition, but only because he must. Appetites are a nuisance
to him, so he eats only enough to silence them. Excess body; whether it be
nail, hair, or skin, are intolerable, so he keeps all to a minimum, out of his
way.
Explanation: We each picked a
portrait hanging on the wall in the room and wrote a piece describing the
person’s appearance and personality.
I would say a dream deferred
is a good test, of whether or not it’s true. Anyone can pick up a dream and
dally with it, like a summer fling, but will you go back to it?
There have been times in the past where I did not write for
months, or years. I was busy wi...
Like many years before, we
drive up to my grand parents place. It’s always been our tradition that the
eldest choose what table we sit around. But for the first time in more than ten
years, many from the extended family will be there; so many in fact, that we
have to cook two birds. So many we have to rent a house down the street. And
with th...
Mostly, I don’t. I look at
them, but I don’t read them. I have a sincere skepticism about things that must
be filled each and every day. How they must scramble to meet their quota,
fattening and disguising small stories, or disguising old news as new. If
something is truly worth knowing, it will last. But those tiny lines are
buried, le...
