Her Story 28 March 2019 Like a million other stories. Scattering across our pain. Inside ravenous hearts. Only wanting more. Here is her life. She was born, fair of face. At 6 her father died. Her mother ill. They took her siblings away to other homes. No one wanted her. She is too young to do housework. Her mother recovered. She remained. Her uncle allowed her to learn to read. At least. There was no school. At 18, she was married. To a man a decade ahead of her in years. In life, a lifetime separated them. He with fancy cars. He with cameras. He with his handsomeness. He with his ways she never fathomed, all her life. Her firstborn died. Four children followed. All fair of face. Like her, wide-eyed. Fine. Life rolled along. Work work work. Silent fears. She smiled. And kept her heart away. He died. But the taps worked. He had fixed them all. No one will do this for you he said. And unsaid, after I am gone. He knew. Nothing left. Her c...
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This Heat It is all around. Everywhere you go. Dodge it you can't. Maybe only a momentary reprieve. An air conditioner blasting in a mall, in the car. The sudden blessed air escaping from an unknown office building when the door flips open. To jog you into sanity as you reminded there are such landscapes around you. When you grow up in such a setting generously endowed with heat, one assumes that you can cope. But it isn't like cold, where you can add layers of clothing, wear muffs, knitted caps and hats, long scarves, boots, woollen socks to shield you from freezing. You can be naked and still be hot. There's nothing to save you except your insanity. Switch off you must. Imagine. Ice cubes, Cool water running down your face, the length of your body. Your imaginary waterfall roaring. The drift of a cool breeze. The gurgling of a brook. You must become insane. In your mind. Before you recover your sanity.
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Here goes After years Of moving Crossing and uncrossing Landscapes Distant Returning finding Again familiar paths Or did they find me Mapping my return Even as I stand Beneath a quiet sun Squinting Not looking near or nearer