If music is life in the form of art, then cocktail is jazz in the form of a drink. Consists of two ingredientsyet a complex drinkA hint of firesmells of grain and maltcutting through the fatstrong and suddenburns your throat immediately Performed without arrangementsyet a curious toneThe music of freedomescaped from the voidrunning through the …
Nothing’s gonna change your world
***** fiction***** 'Don't worry, mum. Everything is fine. I will see you when I get back.' 'When? When are you coming home?' 'I don't know...Christmas maybe.' 'Okay. Look after yourself, my sweet darling JoJo. Love you.' 'Bye, mum. Talk to you later. Love you too.' That was a lie. Everything is not fine. Joseph Jackson’s life has fallen …
Artful waiting…
'Freeing yourself was one thing. Claiming ownership of that freed self was another.'- Toni Morrison, Beloved Who am I? Who gets to decide who I am if not myself? The philosophy of personal identity is among many philosophical issues that philosophers have attempted to resolve since the beginning of human existence. While some believed that …
An intermission
The sun peeps from behind a curtain of clouds casting a shaft of its light on to the stage of the sea shimmering glimmering what will happen next? Fixing their eyes on the gentle silky waves stretched along the horizon the audience awaits wondering pondering who will emerge next? ********** …
Two evenings
These two photos were taken only 10mins apart... In a matter of minutes, the street lights came on, the sky turned from blue and white, to yellow and purple, and then to orange and dark blue. It's five twenty-five it's about time to say goodbye the clock keeps on ticking the sunlight fades away …
Drifting through the sea of life
The day we open our eyes, we find ourselves surrounded by endless water. Staring at the line of the unchanging horizon before us, we wonder where the ocean ends. All day we drift with the tides, we never lose sight of moving water. Floating on the wave with the bottomless ocean beneath us, we …
Morning at Berkeley’s
***** fiction***** It was a usual quiet Wednesday morning at Berkeley’s café. I go to Berkeley’s every Wednesday at half past ten because Wednesday is my regular day off and it is always quiet there at that time of the day when everyone has already gone to work and the lunchtime patrons have …
Blue in Green
***** fiction***** Everything seems kind of blue today. It's strange to wake up to one colour. Awakened by a sudden silence, I saw blue. Tints and shades of blue. Everything was blue. It was like living in Picasso's Blue Period kind of blue. I looked out the window. No surprise the sky was blue, but …
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