The current phase on baby Indjamba’s path to potty training is him stepping through the door from inside the main house onto the small brick landing at the home’s entrance, usually pants off but shirt on, and arriving at the bricks’ edges, taking a leak in the sand. His form is perfect. Back straight, head… Continue reading Learning to go
Walk in, shake head to break free from the stares. Start at the furthest point, grab bread. Work my way closer, soap then milk then eggs. Place items on counter. “No plastic please. No. I already have a bag. No plastic. No, you may not keep my change.” Remove items from plastic, transfer to reusable… Continue reading Shake Head
I didn’t know it had become part of the clutter. Just another item amongst the heap of junk and chaos that became the surface of my coffee table. Distracted, carless, and lazily I used what was in my hands to shove that junk to the side. I didn’t even see it fall, but I suppose… Continue reading Nkinda Zokutauka (Broken Cup)
Two men sat at a table outside of a restaurant on a mild fall afternoon. A server approached them, and the older of the two, a healthy looking man approaching fifty, politely ordered an espresso. The younger man, a fairly athletic looking thirty year old, ordered a glass of red wine noticeably inspecting the attractive… Continue reading Speckle
(I wrote this in college years ago, but still keep it with me for some reason.) It's my understanding that the future is The action of the present becoming the past, And yesterday is gone and tomorrow won't last. So, if you're worried about the future You should live for today, Or, there's no telling… Continue reading Present
