Elephant nestles between my shoulder and ribs Papa Yes bud The hierarchy goes like this I instantly wonder if he knows what a hierarchy is. I gaze at the ceiling fan as it drifts slowly to a stop, and I pause to hear myself breathe. It’s been a day. Too much to manage. But this …
Author Archives: Radutti
circuit
We travel as I imagine electrons might through a cord wrapped around a thousand corners. Aligned, flowing, sparking, ensuring power. The route is windy, and windy. But purposeful. There’s a here to there here, and people travel with the end in mind. I follow my friends on their classic hog, looking like an advert for …
greatest of all time
Dog Poop Park is packed today It’s the usual, glorious intersection of humans that gathers. Local families and their kids, elderly exercisers swinging on futuristic (but simple) machines, young footballers knocking about a too-hard plastic ball, ex-pats and backpackers taking a breath And a collection of dogs and their owners, who think and act differently. …
navigation
The family didn’t have to help. I’ve wheeled my packed cart outside, trying to make sense of the flow of traffic. An ocean of cars, scooters, and trucks, a steady, rhythmic wave Everyone honks There’s purpose to it all. it’s more than a parking lot, not quite a thoroughfare, and somehow people make their way …
muted
I’m alone in the dark when I see the blinding flash Did something explode I glance out through the translucent curtains, half expecting to see a building aflame, but there is no smoke, and no fire. I crack the window open, listening for any kind of scuffle, sirens, something to clue into the source. When …
symphony
It is dark Volcanic outcrops huddle, as if for warmth. Towering above the darkened rice paddies, they protect this valley, sturdy gods, steadfast. The gray sun bid adieu hours ago, stars peeping through a canopy of trees. This should be a time for silence. But the valley has other ideas Rhino peers across the pond …
transit
Mr. Edwin handles the boxes with care Twenty-seven step step step Twenty-seven. Ok. Thirty-four step step step K. Eighteen. One-eight. step step step The work is methodical, rhythmic. Mr. Edwin unhurried, steady. He moves with a grace and precision belying his relaxed manner. Carrying the boxes through the propped-open double doorway. Music drifts, dreamlike, down …
could I thank you for this
Disclaimer; much of the information you hear here may be speculative in nature. Any discrepancies between this account and the truth should be taken up in person at 126/21 Reindolf Rd. Abelempke, Accra. Please knock during business hours only. <FARON YOUNG> My Dad taught me the meaning of elbow grease. I mean, figuratively, sure. He …
slow down
A boy steadily moves toward becoming a man, and time is hurtling by. We decide to slow down. So today our trip is on foot. He’s planned the route with our retro GPS. We call it a map. We have a goal in mind, his favorite restaurant for a lunch date. Just me and Rhino, …
orbit
Our mother earth, steadfast, rhythmic, makes her way around the sun. Roughly 23 of those orbits ago, I stepped onto a ferry bound for an island in the Japan Sea, to a celebration of the earth, of art, music, dance. But especially, of drums. I found Kodo. Taiko drum warriors, gods among men. I listened, danced, …
Get Up Eight 