Memory Stash

She lived and breathed and ate and drank. She went to the shop. She went to the bank.  She drove around town. Bought a pair of glasses.  She went to the park, fed the doves among the grasses. She cooked some food and poured some wine. She set the table and sat down to dine.   She washed her clothes and then did the dishes.  I would have her do this thrice over if I was given three wishes.  I would have her get up from her bed and brush her teeth.  I would have her comb her hair and clean her feet.  Live a mundane day after another.  For she was my one and only mother.  She doesn't eat or sleep or buy any shades. She doesn't go to the grocery nor does she pay the maid.   All she does is haunt me in my dreams.  This ring is the only piece of her left to me it seems.

Lower lip trembles,  It threatens to flood, Awash in the devastation, The foundation has been ravaged. No longer I yearn for shelter, God has me accustomed to the climes. I built a new home. Red bricks and grim mortar, Awash in the light of hope. A better tomorrow, No longer I cringe at smiles. You have me wanting for more. My palace towers above me.  Why do I still feel so small? I am a queen.  Yet a slave to my doubts.  Life gave me no quarter.  I ask for too much. Sunset after sunset.  A hard look in the mirror.  I am my plinth and my roof.  No earthquake shall uproot.  Disaster builds character.  And now my fortress stands strong.

Pune International Film Festival was a refreshing experience. The national film institute is situated in Pune, the city is the alma mater to many great actors in the Indian film industry. The movies are great every year : a variety of Spanish, German, French, Arabic, Israeli and others. I went to the cinema hall alone and really enjoyed it. I sat on the stairs in the hall since the room was packed full. There was one film from Azerbaijan and that made me realize the diversity of the world that we live. Large groups of people I have very little knowledge about, either because of a lack of it or because of my ignorance. Here I was busy being proud of myself for going to the movies alone, and there on the screen was a single mother aged thirteen. I cannot pretend that I think that clearly every day, and that I am always so attentive to details of everything that happens around me and in the world that we live in. However, that day it was made clear to me how much there is that I should ...

A tiny snowball,  A steep slope of snow, Gathering momentum A cartoon show.  And it's me running,  Chased by this globe of ice.  My entire world crashing down on me.  It's funny to hear my screams and cries.  The snowball hits me hard.  It rolls me faster and faster.  My arms flailing all around,  Myself I seem to have lost her.  As I crash into a tree,  Laughter rings out.  My troubles got the better of me.  I'm buried deep, legs sticking out.  But up again I bounce,  The wiggles call my bluff.  No matter how I made it through,  At least it was a laugh!

Bubble bubble toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Eyes of a deer. Lips of a duck. Neck of a swan. Legs of a buck. Hands as soft as silk. Bathed in donkey milk. Megan's chest, and Kim's waist. Bold as a baboon, but with French grace. Not too short, nor too tall. Walk in heels, don't slip and fall. Show some skin, not too fat nor thin. Physical beauty isn't everything. Professor wants the perfect little girl. Dash of poise, the broth is swirled. Sugar and spice, and everything nice. "Accidentally" knock in some chemical XXX. Boil the potion, throw in a hex. Caters to your need, does not show greed. Charms all men, but never befriends. Treats you like a king, also dominates in bed. A slutty angel, enough has been said. Set the cauldron to simmer. Sprinkle some cash to be the winner. The ideal woman that eludes us all. Now available in an outlet at the nearest mall.