Attempts at creative writing and journalism
a raindrop hits the surface of still water, sometimes a bell-shaped bubble forms like a popped corn standing proud on the water, sometimes it does not, a critical mass is needed.
regardless of whether a bubble is born, the circular ripples of the drop expand outward popping the other bubbles in its path as soon as it reaches them, before its ripples fade back, into the stillness of the water.
Claxons blare and a red siren’s red light circles the room in earnest. The service dispatcher runs to the monitor, checks the screen, and says “Oh, my!” He picks up his microphone, depresses the button, and broadcasts, “We have a Christmas emergency over on Clayton Street. We still have a few hours before Christmas. Do I have a host that can run over there immediately?”
“What’s the nature of the emergency?” answers back an idle host.
“An old man writing down the ROI of his Christmas gifts.”
“Oh, my! What’s wrong with all these old men? I got this. I’m on my way. What’s his twenty?”
Continue reading “The Gift of Giving”Shiva cut off the head,
Not realizing it was his son
Replaced it with an elephant’s
Infinite Wisdom
They pray to Ganesha
Hoping he will bless
To ensure their ventures
End in success
