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I remember…

…standing the midst of a multitude. A gathering of people who seemed to be growing larger and larger with each step I took. Moonlight, we walked, only able to see a few feet in front of us. They closed in…

Stifled by Bitterness

You do things and do things and nobody really has a clue. – John Updike, Rabbit, Run Boundless, restless, contempt pervades longing. Is it all for naught?   Eloquence, flawless diction, smooth talking, words are lost, shattered to rubble. Nowhere…

the faint memories of Kenya

The sun hangs overhead, sweat drips from my brow. It trickles down my cheek, plastering dust to my face. Dust has coated my beard. Each drip of sweat streaming down the brow in my eye, results in a stinging sensation.…

Returning whence I came… [Redux]

Upon the return from such hopeful heights, I found myself reflective. I had an inclination to expound on the recent series of posts attributed to the ambivalence of visiting "home." To be fair to my birthplace, it becomes imperative for…

Returning whence I came… [Part 4]

*Read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 of Returning whence I came… Home is where one starts from. -T.S. Eliot August 14th 11:59am Reaching for the brass door handle, creates a sensation which conjures memories, not too distant nor in obscurity. It is…

Returning whence I came… [Part 3]

*Read Part 1 and Part 2 of Returning whence I came… My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing.  -Aldous Huxley August 13th 10:46am A night wrought with distraction; a sense of mixed feelings lingering. Sleep was less of…