The first thing that draws my attention is his multi-layered pith helmet, straight from the jungle. Then, it’s his smooth black leather jacket and cargo pants. Finally, the flip flops, toes peeking out, nestled atop the pedals and carving his rhythmic cadence. He’s flying. A swashbuckler, land pirate. All flair and dash, on full display, …
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roden tia
I sit alone downstairs, bathing in warm light. The rest of the family dozes, floors up. Typing away, aiming to finish this late night work. The street is a dark chocolate, when suddenly it gets darker. The orange street light cuts out. Must be time for bed I peer out the glass, barely making the …
hoods or hats
I’m nearing the end of sharing yesterday’s slice with the kids. I’ve been trying on some new moves and curious to see how they land in a room full of 9-year olds. Savvy literary aficionados or not, they still listen. And this, after years in this profession, still amazes me. Kids love a great story. …
whale watching
Elephant and I, just chillin’ Leaning on the rail, watching the endless traffic pass. Au Co is six lanes, a masterpiece of steady pace and vigor. Mostly motorbikes, with the odd truck or taxi interspersed. We watch from above the street, silent, together. Whale watching. Every intersection is all chaos, the notion of ‘lanes’ quaint. …
Cram P
Come on, we need a fifth! Yeah, why not? I finish lacing my football boots when my colleague demands I join the frisbee fun. I’m not here for the friz, I’m pretty mediocre. But it’s always a good workout and our football hasn’t started yet, so I jump in. What could go wrong? There’s a …
company
I like a moody start to my workday, dark, a bit gloomy. And today I’ve met my mark. Lights out, air off, nobody around. Colleagues have, at different times, wondered if I was once a vampire, and nickname me The Lone Wolf. I prefer to think of it as a return to the womb, where …
Ngo 38.5
Everyday is filled with spectacular moments. Seek them! – Laila Gifty Akita Everyday magic. The gift of inertia that rescues a speeding but stalled motorbike and eases it to the curb. A hand-drawn marauder’s map, guiding a wayward soul to buried treasure. A tow-truck push from a kind stranger, rescuing the one who doesn’t know …
Ngo 38.4
Our narrow tributary floods into a river of traffic, 6 lanes wide, and it’s time for the truck to end its tow. My good samaritan gives me a final push and yells above the fray of the street My shop is here! She points around the corner as I slow to a halt and hop …
Ngo 38.3
I trail my patronus cart for half a block before the next intersection and peer up at the signpost. Ngo 38 I double check the map, confused, and peer down the lane. There’s not much to it. looks like an alley this can’t be it a road to nowhere But this adventure has been a …
Ngo 38.2
I am a salmon Making my way upstream, doing my best to avoid random grizzlies With one key difference. A salmon heading to spawn is all purpose and faith. These resolute fish are steadfast, spurred on by instinct, assured by ancestral wiring that they will reach their goal. Procreation is a powerful motivator. As for …
Get Up Eight 