Elephant nestles in next to me, that ‘just showered’ smell lingering throughout his room. Excuse me he says after gulping down the rest of the water It is in these moments, before sleep, making sense of a busy day, when his train of thought steams up and sets forth from the station Papa did you …
Author Archives: Radutti
bike pedaler
Mr. Dung’s shop is waiting for me, again. I pass it every day. And every day I vow to go to another shop, a place where I might get better parts, better prices. But, when I think about it, probably not better service. Nestled quietly between the temple and the most impossible tiny corner store …
do caution
The workers lazily amble back from lunch. It’s Sunday for us, work day for them. Do they ever get a day off? The corrugated, graffiti’d walls tower over the sidewalk, masking the monstrous new edifice on its way to our hood. Stretching for hundreds of meters, the block is blocked from view. Except for the …
What if
The heat is coming I can already sense a difference. Three days ago, a chill winter day with a cool, wet breeze. I bundled up on the ride home but still caught chill. Today’s a different animal. Humidity and heat peek through the hazy sky and, frisbee tucked under my arm, sweat leaking, I make …
be flat
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 …
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 …
Get Up Eight 