Dino’s tea party… let it continue!

“Well, it is certainly not opera.” “Mmmmmm, yes.” “And yet…..” “Oh please! ‘And yet’? Well, I’ve got one thing to say. This tea has been a disaster. And to say that you want this to be a gift??? This loud raucous is no gift!” Mrs Longneck had said that last one. The ladies is all…

Dino’s Tea Party… Interrupted!!

BAM!!! went the drum. Wait, there were drums? Why yes!! The hourglass suddenly was pleased with himself. He was sad though; the drums were him. If only. No, it was a late arrival: the second drummer of the jazz band, who had missed the last bus. Entering the hall, he accidentally stumbled over himself and…

A Dino’s Tea Party …. A Surprise Comes.

Jazz. Jazzy. Jazzy all around. The eldest ladies wanted to cover their ears. One of them glanced back at the teapot, nonchalant as always. “Marine! What are you doing?” Madame Dino cried out to her daughter. Now, it wasn’t just jazz, you understand. It was an art. Musicians, brainpower. Thunder cracking in the air. Not…

A dino’s tea party…

Time was a fickle devil. The teapot wonders at this. She has not been solicited yet but the scones were almost out. The ladies of the Rex Club were now too busy munching on their tea sandwiches to realize the pink tutu-clad dino waltzing through just as La Traviatta began playing. Someone at some point…

Of kryptonite and sunsets

Dreams are kryptonite sometimes..  a sort of cryptic message, which can only come from you. And yet, and yet, you’ve taught me every time never to believe you. It’s that illusion no one sees coming. It is the dawn. Is it the sunset? I’m not sure. My history with you is empty. My history with…

Who are we, if we know who we are? Still divided but turning a page.

Two weeks ago, a fascist terrorist like “mob” crashed into the US capital all the way to the federal government’s buildings.  The reaction? Journalists: This is a never-seen before scene… and other missteps comparing to war zones created by the US imperialism. Politicians: This is not the United States of America. However, that’s the problem….

These thorns..

Rooted in my own grass. But it’s too much for you. You can’t control me where I am. I am a thorn in your side. And I’ve always been. I am what you never wanted. I am that reminder that you did not get what you wanted. I am that proof. I was your worst…

This woman.

A little past 11:30pm on 31st of December, I was still wide awake thanks to crazy family. I had a few thoughts to jot down: This is no new year. A woman was put on trial for terrorism when her only act was to be an activist for women in her own country. She and…

On est dimanche.

On est dimanche Il faut sortir. Courir? Non. Marcher? Vite. Un culte. Retrouvailles à distances. À grande proximité. Un concert? Non. Une répétition. 3 violoncelles. 1 piano. 1 flûte. Ou est-ce 1 clarinette? Un chocolat chaud. x2 Un sac de bredele*. De la pluie.    Pas le temps pour être encombrés ni pour être solitaire ni…

Thorns of independence.

I am a thorn in your side.You’ve hated me since thebeginning and theworst is that I know it. I know I am a thorn in your side. But you are no rose. You’re weed killer. You’re toxic.You hate me for living. I have a mind of my own. Rooted in my own grass. But it’s…