Countdown To The 28th Day
D – day to D – day is just 28 days.
D – day to D – day is just 28 days.
A trip to the Oxford bookstore yields some cynical trends about readers and the publishing industry and ends in a befuddling find.
I was moving. Life is what’s falling short of perfection. The rest is just aspiration. Every second I was one kind word away from tears.
I love commercials. I hum jingles and quote taglines in conversations. The TV is on at full blast and the only time I yell “Don’t change the channel!” is when there’s a commercial on air. I hated school. I still do. I don’t reminisce about the good ol’ playground and…
For the men who’ve walked in and out of my lifeAnd trampled all over my heart and demonstrated just how tough it isFor the power struggles and conflictsAnd the reshaping of me that came from itFor the betrayals and insultsAnd the lessons I learnt from themFor the distances and wallsAnd…
A music lesson is also a conversation between a predator and his prey. Lolita writes a poem.