The Sense of being; and what not.

You thought the answers would’ve emerged with the experience acquired, you believed the promises of blue elders, who told you that time was a friend and age was just a number. Others before you who stated you were a shadow of…

Musical prompts 1: The Pugilist

Pugilist: [pyoo-juh-list] A person who fights with the fists; a boxer, usually a professional. I’ve fallen, deep into something I can’t quite call love, for it could lead to misunderstandings, romance as the top of mind in most heads, but love has many forms, and there is this one, that still makes my skin turn…

Hopscotch 51

Cortázar is a great bus seat companion, that book over my lap, helping pretend that whatever is going on around me, isn’t. There I am, huge moving vehicle, a bright blue neon light over my head, women-objectifying music blasting in the radio, loud, but not loud enough to block the sound of trembling glass of…