Tag: Community
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Neighbors
Those were the days when neighbors took pride in knowing each other by first and last names Kids, pets included. O, those were the days… Those were the days when neighbors exchanged tomatoes, potatoes, and onions Milk included. O, those were the days… Those were the days when neighbors drove their cars, trucks, and trolleys ... -
Eulogistic Ballad—By a Butterfly
We were young, still in our cocoons when we first met. Flora morphed into a beautiful butterfly, sooner than me. Her wings—the colors of fire, lit the sky. Her flutter stirred many, to reach and pocket her. But free minded, she held her own, unwilling to be caught. With a grand vision to travel ... -
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Hear Ye! Hear Ye! I Cannot Wait to Fly
I cannot wait to fly and touch the sky Above the clouds, beside the Sun and Moon Where Stars stand straight in line and wave their “Hi!” Where Plough and Crux appear to watch me swoon Where Birds adapt to fly beneath the sea Where Green Sea Turtle races Octopus Where Sally Lightfoot Crab ... -
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Experiencing Siesta Key-Japanese Style
Powdery white sand shimmers its quartz in sunlight stars twinkle on ground Singing cardinal joins the drumming woodpecker branches take a bow Fluttering pupa amidst the dense, tall sand dunes dotted flowers bloom Sliding waves ashore bring seaweeds, grasses, and more crabs party with bugs Diving pelican grabs grub by its ... -
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Playtime
Born an hour ago, or Day before. You’re One month, or A Hundred years old. Come out and Play. On March 18th, my friends in neighborhoods around the globe will celebrate Holi. Trays of bright-colored dry powder, Buckets of water, Water-filled balloons, and Golgappas, samosas, gulab jamuns will adorn the tables. Rules will ... -
An Ode To Daddy
Daddy O Dad, you spoiled me. You said nothing when I ran the red light. Your patience was unbearable. I wanted to jolt you and ask, “How do you stay a saint in the midst of strain?” -
An Open Invitation To All Who Enjoy Cooking An Indian Dish
Cooking Daal Makhani with Ritu. Namaste folks, and welcome to cooking with Ritu Anand. You may have seen Daal Makhani, hereinafter referred to as Waah, in an ethnic restaurant’s à la carte menu or presented in their buffet. The delicious taste may have created a curiosity within you. And you may have wanted to know ... -
Finding A ‘Fit
I have always wanted to be active and fit in with my peers. From a young age, my mother planted that seed by signing me up for various activities such as horseback riding, ballet, and sports camp just to name a few. Fitting in is something that is unnecessary, but is something that people do ... -
Maleficence Scripted
What to this breeze for a mortal like man Conquering mountains, as best we can What to this shiver the winter will bring Foraging snow, what goodness will bring What to this home that I have kept quaint When seasons bring turbulent summers and spring What to this path currently on Will ... -
Waking Up: Identity – Part 7
Read Parts 1-6 Chaos and cacophony. “Dee? Are you okay?” Eddie’s voice penetrates the solipsism. “Dee!” My eyes flicker open to Eddie holding the detached call bell in his left hand, his mouth gaping and face pale. His chest rises and falls through his scrubs. “I’m alive,” I fumble. “Who did this? The night nurse ...