Archive for the ‘My Writing’ Category


November 27, 2018

It is over. It is really over. I am done. Do you see me here; filling myself up with the liquid stuff? It is all I do now. I take it, I pour it down and I am over. I forget. I get sick to my stomach but I pretend that I forget all that is painful. The illusion  of truth is enough. Now is all I have.



November 9, 2018


The fat woman stood before the elderly person sitting on the sidewalk. She glanced at the beggar’s empty cup. Get a life, she whispered. The elderly beggar looked up. Get what? Get help, the fat woman said, giving the beggar a wrinkled dollar bill. After the woman left the beggar said to herself: Get a life? Where? There is no life. Get help? The same thing—it is the same thing.

A second woman walked by the beggar. This one asked her: Are you hungry? Would you like a meal? The beggar’s answer was quick: Yes! The woman gave her a single dollar bill and a protein bar. You call this a meal, the beggar wanted to say. Instead, she said Thank you.


The Stray

October 26, 2018

The Stray

His fur shone; he shivered. The rain had caught him by surprise. Mr. Black came at night to ask for food. He bumped his head against the window. The woman grabbed a can of wet food from her stash. Someone’s hand stopped her. You are not going out. He’s a stray. She looked at the person. The person just doesn’t get it, she thought. Your hands are strong. Nevertheless, I have to feed him. He is not doing you or me or anybody any harm. She ran out to the door, opened the outer gate and put the contents of the can in a small plate. The cat went for it as if he hadn’t eaten in days.


The Man

October 12, 2018

You are the man. You are the man I wanted, the man I couldn’t have. I stretched out my arm and hand to you. I could never catch you; you were slippery. You teased me; I teased you back. I loved you and said so. You played hard to get. Others  were interested. You aroused other women, sophisticated women. They were women of the world. l was the country bumpkin from a foreign land. I could hardly speak your language. Your customs and habits weren’t mine anymore. Our eyes knew everything. Our eyes said things that we could not say in public.

The Rain

October 11, 2018


The rain wasn’t fun anymore. It wasn’t a pastime, something out of the classic movie Singing in the Rain, with Gene Kelly dancing and putting his feet happily in puddles and puddles of rain. The rain annoyed her. It made her frustrated with her life, with what she had become. All she longed for was a warm place and a hot cup of tea. All she wanted was the comfort of what she most enjoyed and wanted to have.














October 11, 2018


The rain—she hated the rain. It came down, down hard and it wouldn’t stop. The morning began out on the sidewalk, with the people walking past her. Some carried umbrellas and some wore raincoats. She had her cup next to her so that they wouldn’t think that she was there just to read the free daily paper. Being out was important to her; for now it was her job, her only job. But the water spoiled everything—she got wet and her arms shivered. Her whole body shook.  When she crossed the street to get to the phone booth, the only refuge she knew, the extra water on the asphalt went up to her ankles. Her shoes would take forever to dry later in the evening. She had to do this. She had to see it through. Life was the way it was; nothing much for now to do about it.






My Heart

September 27, 2018

My Heart

You are going. You are leaving me and I don’t want to let you go. I haven’t seen you much lately, but I have never forgotten you. You are going to a place that is not ready for me yet. It is far away; my time will come one day but not now. What will I do knowing that I will not see you, that I will not be able to touch your body? There will be no more visits to your new home. You won’t be around to motivate me. I can never stop caring about you. I can never want pain and misery for you. If your life continues, you will suffer. That is unacceptable.









September 15, 2018


Oh, you don’t know. You have no idea what it’s like to be evicted. You have no idea how it makes you feel. It is horrible, similar to being the unwilling protagonist in a horror movie. The emotional pain is beyond belief; it scares and humiliates a person. The part that comes after you are forced to move out is even worse. There you are, with bags of stuff all around you, black bags, white bags and yellow bags. There is nowhere to go. Whether the weather is good or not too good is not important. You still feel crappy, like a desperate person in a 1930s movie, hugging yourself for comfort. Seeing the sidewalk, which is now your home, is enough to make you sick to your stomach. You want to get some sleep, but there is always a security guard somewhere to stop you. You can’t stay here, he says. Go somewhere else. Go where, you want to ask him, but why bother?












The Box

September 12, 2018

The Box

I open the box—I open it just a little bit. I’ve heard so much about the contents of the box! There are beautiful things in it, incredibly exciting things that I’ve never seen before. The colors are bright and alive—blue, yellow, red and pink. There is no black. There would never be anything black inside the box. There would not be anything grey; grey is dreary and drab. I stare at everything; my mouth is open. I can’t believe what I see. From nowhere, someone’s hand slaps my hand. My fingers hurt and I quickly pull them away. I want to cry, but I can’t. When will I see what is inside the box again? Passion—I love the passion the box inspires in me. I enjoy life because of the box.




Delayed Reaction

September 7, 2018

You bitch! You dumb idiot! Who do you think you are? I made an effort that I shouldn’t have made and it was all because of you. The man’ face got red and his mouth showed all his teeth. She looked at him, her eyes wide and scared. What is going on in his life, she thought to say these things to me? What have I done? Somehow she excused herself telling him she’d see him in a couple of hours. When she left the store, she crossed the street and hid by the supermarket. Tears came down her face. I can’t understand. I don’t know what to do. I can’t bear it  anymore.