We round yet another bend So the route goes: right, left, left, right, right <straightaway>, left, wiggle-waggle, right, left, right, left, woggle-wiggle, left, right, left, riiiiiiigggghhhht, left, right Sometimes as writers, we’re able to recreate our daily commute in our minds No description, none needed. It’s there, I promise. Such is the nature of routine. …
Author Archives: Radutti
Checkpoint 3
I look for her every time we come around the bend. She is as constant as a clock, all parts, moving in rhythm, in the same direction. Her conical nón lá shading her from the nonexistent sun, beige coveralls signaling her role, bamboo woven straw broom in hand. But it is her silver, dented, 20-gallon …
You know what they say
I didn’t expect this I didn’t expect to have so many conversations with strangers on the three minute walk back home But every other person flashed a grin And for some reason felt a connection I’m pretty sure it wasn’t us, but maybe that’s part of the equation I am by nature affable I like …
Out there in the world
Do you have your ziploc? Yep Okay, nice one getting yourself up and out the door with plenty of time to spare. yeah, I had a good sleep It’s exam day, and Concert Band practice. All the things. Today’s test slate is Economics and English. He primed the pump last night by chatting with his …
Intense
D, do you secretly have tent in here? What? Do you secretly have a tent in here? Uh… It’s a cleanout day, spring cleaning? I’m dealing with the pileup. It’s not too bad, honestly. Just a collection of papers to be redistributed and reorganized. We’ve done a pretty good job of staying on top of …
Hearts in Snow
President Obama famously described having kids as living with a piece of your heart, out there, wandering around in the world And today, two pieces of my heart are not wandering, but sliding, gracefully down the snow-covered slope In front of me Sometimes slowing within reach, others wrapping around the bend, and drifting out of …
On Track
My hands! Her expression of fatigue leaps across the room I can’t help but chuckle, and also feel proud of the hard work that’s going on. K, are you okay? I WANT TO WRITE! but MY HANDS ARE SO TIRED! It’s a quiet afternoon, we’re hard at work on our narrative on-demands. Quiet piano streams …
Xom Chua
You’ve still got to be careful. It’s not quite as torque-y as the other bike. However, once you get up to speed, it’s got quicker acceleration. It’s also heavy, so take it easy. You ready? Yeah, Papa. You’ve got to turn around, the trash is the other way. He edges gently on the accelerator and …
Diss
Siri, show me cognitive dissonance He stares, seemingly off into space. But his eyes periodically shift downward, towards the rapidly growing numbers. 200000 250000 300000 I don’t know if he’s numb to pain or actively questioning his decision But he seems to have made peace with the fact that he has chosen to drive an …
Poker Might
So every night for a month, I have to post a small moment, personal narrative. How small a moment? Well, it kind of depends. If I’m inspired, I spend a lot more time on it. The thing is, I have to consider who my audience is, and why I’m writing it, all the stuff that …
Get Up Eight 