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SOVIET HOSPITALITY PART 16

WEDNESDAY We had a morning at home as Rosa came to the aid of my knees last night and insisted that today would contain only one outing. It really is true that arthritis is worse in damp weather rather than in cold. This week the thaw has set in and my knees are aware of it. I spent a couple of hours arranging a second suitcase and planning my packing. First Rabfail gave me instructions ...

Nikita at the Canyon

“Mr. Khrushchev, what do you think of the Grand Canyon?” ...

pOlItIcIaN

“If a society must have an ever-expanding list of laws to survive it doesn’t deserve to.” ChairmanWow ...

womb of love

come, easy drop all your arms; words, wealth, weapons. look, just look at nature, it is busy making love with one another, beyond species, yes, that's what it knows, that’s why it exists, that's what it does else how'd that little insect carry the genes of a tree, nature, an open page, yet a mystery. come, easy stretch your arms, relax, break free from the cage of your knowledge, a memory game; what would you do ...

A Sinful Afternoon

Resisting everything except temptation 🙂 (flash fiction) ...

some small poems

I left the world to live in it ... stalin, I won’t clap for you but I will pray for you too ... some years ago, we had 33 crores of devatas, now, we have 767 crores, I pray to all, to all, I take a bow ... stories... garlands of memories, thorns, flowers, identities dear to us; fresh, old we can't throw them away, they stick to us as long as we stay ...

A Lucky Man

That fortune is fickle cannot be denied ...

Leo

War and truce ...

The Selkie

The seal people - the Selkies, have been long in the mythic history of the people living along the Celtic coasts. They are magical beings capable of changing from seal to human form by shedding their skin. Most of the myths involving Selkies recount the tales of female Selkies who were forced into relationships with humans by someone stealing and hiding their sealskin ...

Time

continuing the exploration of IS ...
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The elusive

Oftentimes, I read. Words woven as stories, ideas, beliefs. Knowledge, a cage. My eyes look at the stars, My feet feel the dewdrop; with the organs within, without, I live every moment of life, in its highs and lows.  But I know the elusive truth, beyond all bondage lies beyond books, nature trails, and tales of birth and death.  ...