A little riverine scribble, of fishing and of dreams.
A timely prompt for a quadrille: a 44-word poem on the midnight thunder, overnight drizzle and morning dew.
Given the abundance of new pleasures in the 21st century, why are we not satisfied? Will there be a cultural innovation that can give us the answer? Here are my two cents.
I believe I am like everyone else: confronted by the same mundane struggles, baffled by our similarly unique limitations, living a day at a time, yearning for connections, searching for happiness, unravelling the purposes of life. My day job is unsurprisingly uninspiring, whereby, for five days a week, I appease the unappeasable, reason with the unreasonable, and attempt the unattemptable. Yet,... Continue Reading →
Though written as an uncomplicated children’s rhyme, the selection’s epilogue serves as the manifesto for my creative desires and the prompting to launch my own blog. Today, I am still a goldfish in the tank, but with some hopping and flopping, some practices and postings, I hope, some day soon, I’ll be living my dream, free as a fish in the streams.