Sometimes I get lost. I tell my students all the time that I’m a reader And it’s true. I’m not making up tales out of school. But I’m not always quite the type of reader I ask my kids to be. And they always sniff out disingenuity. They are relentless. The truth is, I read …
Author Archives: Radutti
Separation
Just do a little loop and turn around I yell, seemingly into the ether I have no idea whether he’s heard me or not. And even if he has, it doesn’t seem to matter. We calibrate to see if he’s a fit on Mama’s bicycle. I’m not sure he’s quite there, but when he straddles …
On Loss, II
The storm comes on without warning. It is sudden and immediate. FLASH Sky lit, stunning. I am jolted alert, waking from my sleep walk. It’s the follow-up that shakes me to the core. BOOM Merciless We go about our business, minding our own, when, of all things – a text message – and a link …
There Are Some Things That We Do Not Expect
We find hope and faith and a desperate thirst for freedom sometimes, when we’re least expecting it. I round the narrow way and find myself behind another slow moving bike. Pass the temple gate shrouded by the massive tree which sees over it all. Veer left and left again. I’m sleepy. My slow moving friend …
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On Clumsier
I ease myself into the cold plunge Yikes The bright red sign reads 16°C Real, tested ice bathers might scoff But since I’ve just come from the sauna and a quick rinse, this is shocking. But so, so good for a body tired from Footie. I’m slowing down. Still. Day-to-day, I don’t notice it too …
Bend
Upward Salute I raise my hands above my head and arch toward the sky It’s gray today, and crispier than it looked when I woke up Toe Touch I’ve heard listening to birdsong is a surefire way to relieve stress. And, this brisk morning, there’s plenty of it to go around. Lunge The cool breeze …
Marthra
I knock on the wooden door and the sound travels through the hallway and down the stairs. Fellas, open up I hear footsteps pad toward the door, and as it opens, he lets out a wooaaaaa Moth! Moth! Moth! A moth came in! It’s gonna leap at my face! He ducks around the corner and …
Snuggled
I glide the bike to a slow stop on the sidewalk, ease my helmet off and step into the shop. It’s busy, being lunchtime and all. The kitchen is alive. Meat stir frying, flames licking the ceiling I order my usual. Cho toi mot pho tai lan va tra At this point, they know me …
Slinky
Aaaiiiieeeeeeeeeee! The shriek comes at me from the corner of my ear and I turn into it. There’s a crew of fifth graders huddled around, cautiously staring at the ground. At first I don’t see anything against the multicolored rubber surface. What’s up? I’m not normally on the playground during this recess, it’s a bit …
Murk
Let’s get going buddy, Mama is waiting. Ok We step out into the hazy dusk and the air has clearly shifted. Unclearly shifted. Clearly unshifted. It’s changed, is what I’m trying to say. We’ve recently had a stretch of uncharacteristically pristine air, air that harkens back to another time and place. It’s been cold, and …
Get Up Eight 