Gentle reader, you will do well to remember that it is here, in The Mayflower, that such wonderful folks as Mr. Camera, Mrs. Julianna, Tendre, Mr. Mossowalli and the others found and spent their muse.
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All The First Persons: The Church of Many, II
The Church of Many grows ineluctably old, its fence collapsing, the gradual punctuation of holes into the drab walls of its many structures, the place haunts me.
ALL THE FIRST PERSONS: The Church of Many (the very first person)
'The roof is broken and its beams are beginning to crack.'
A Study in Letters: Mr. Ari and The Great Depression
Who posts the postman's letters?
50 Nights of Lazy Winter Repose: The Stranger – (All the first times he saw him—)
What should he be called when he ceases to be a stranger? What should he be then? What is a stranger with a home? He must leave; I watch as he vanishes with the fog, to find some other sour street to rest his head...
Fantastic People And Where To Find Them: The Teacher — An Introduction
Her hair was as dark as her skin and she wore it very high. And I must tell you, dear Reader, that he loved her. He truly did.
Uncategorised: Valley Lillies; What Happened To The Flowers? The Flowers Died Loving
She saunters in the yellowing field, and dips the blossoms in her hair.
A Man, The Harem and The Woman From Codeine
Her smile has the brilliance of stardust...
Mr. Camera and The Leading Lady, #1
Somehow, when people have cash, you feel differently about them—I don't know why.
Fantastic People and Where To Find Them: Flower Boy
The writer believes Flowerboy was true in his affection for the flower girl. Of this, he tried to convince Flowergirl but she would not believe.
Memoriae: The Entertainer
We, the masked ones, are the crazy ones.
Fantastic People and Where To Find Them: Flower girl
I think he was in some sort of love with her.
The Man with the Cuban Cigar, His letter to Sunflower
The woman sits at the dock—the wind in her hair and with the smile of a tear. With wistful eyes, she looks among the ships. On the pier, the travellers. She searches the ocean, and it searches for her too.
She is the muse. The muse of all muse.
Madame Americana, In The Tired Eyes of An Octo-Nigerian
She is desirable, and remarkable.
Uncategorised: A January of Madness
Was it all worth it?
Uncategorised: A Season of Apprehension
Where, in another ten years, shall I be, myself?
Uncategorised: An Utterly Whimsical Tale
Of all the beings she knew shared the big world with her, she was particularly fond of the ones that came alive in December.
Fantastic People and Where To Find Them: The Man With The Cuban Cigar
He is about forty-five years old.
Mended: Thoughts on Life
‘It starts with the little things.’
Fantastic People and Where To Find Them: The November Man
Why November? November, because it is the only month close enough to December that is not October; and, it never rains in November.
Fantastic People and Where To Find Them: The Incredibly Magnificent Boy Wonder
He ran out on a Thursday and screamed Friday. What a wonderful boy!
Fantastic People and Where To Find Them: Sun Girl
She had a nature peculiar to wild, passionate men and easy women who hastily described themselves as liberal, and it was in her eyes.
Fantastic People and Where To Find Them: Bug Boy
He is a fly—a firefly...a bioluminescent bug!
Dialogue: The Colour of Grief
Jeremiah cried differently. I suppose that is what loss does to a person but he looked older too...as though his prevailing circumstance had marked him in a way no one could see but only perceive and it changed my impression of him.
Uncategorised: A Young Man About His Love
Loving her was like loving the weekend, and she was a Sunday.
Dialogue: The Best Kind of Ships
There are good ships, & there are woods ships, the ships that sail the sea. But the best ships are friendships & may they always be.
Uncategorised: An utterly unnecessary yet worthwhile opinion on the word ‘hypocrite’
The first time I heard the word I was with my mother at some spot in the centre of our community―a scene that could only be described as a watering place. The spot, fenced squarely about its perimeter, held only a massive cubical receptacle hoisted high up in the air at the expense of four metallic cylindrical blocks positioned beneath its edges.
Reminisce: When Children Grow.
I was her little butterfly. But in truth, there were days when I was more of a caterpillar or a really little worm. Yet, even then, I remained her little butterfly and that has made all the difference.
Reminisce: The End of Beginnings.
He looked so smug it was easy to hate him. So I prayed his practice failed him. But ten minutes to the New Year and it seemed like this uninteresting man would win all the luck to himself. So I prayed a different prayer begging the wind to blow out his light but nothing happened.
Reminisce: Desiderata
Have you ever wanted something so terribly that your resolve was to labour endlessly, sunset to sunrise, until that which you want is bequeathed to you by the universe?
Pardon my blandness but I plead that you excuse one more: what was your reward?
What We Hide: Inside The Mind of An Addict—and What I Saw There.
But then, I must tell you that there are some moments when there is a certain revelation of beauty in them--- a beauty so intense that it seems almost impossible to take it all in, and however fleeting those moments can be, I think, they are why I remain.
What We Lose: An Endless Search For Meaning
Let me ask you outright, gentle reader, if there have not been hours, indeed whole days and weeks of your life, during which all your usual activities were painfully repugnant, and everything you believed in and valued seemed foolish and worthless?
Reminisce: Through Dark Halls.
I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unnerving ease. It begins in your mind, always...
Mended: Thoughts on Courage
But the thing about courage is that it has to be realised. Courage, unlike most things in our universe, does not just exist; it rarely ever just springs up; rather, there has to be a certain consciousness in the making of it.
What We Lose: A Sense of Fulfilment
My father, he used to say, “…strive to be the best, God knows I would expect nothing less. Never relent because always you will find someone right behind you also striving, waiting to take your place.” Now, this is not bad advice– it is a good one, nevertheless, an incomplete one.
What We Lose: Mirror On The Wall
“Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice. Respect is a choice. Whatever choice you make makes you. Choose wisely.” ― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.” ― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables … Continue reading What We Lose: Mirror On The Wall
Mended: Thoughts on Beauty.
Maybe it’s not about having a beautiful day, but about finding beautiful moments.
