A Father Day missive – For my Dad

Daddy, I am proud to be your son. I have a number of gifts that I’ve been privileged enough to discover, while other gifts lie dormant waiting to be tapped into. As you know one of my uncanny talents happen to be the spot on impersonation that I can do of you, my recollection of …

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Confession of an epiphany

Oh life... I've stopped keeping score, understanding that the odds are in your favor. Understanding that the idea of my having modicum of control over the events that govern my trajectory is an illusion. I begrudgingly... No, I cheerfully accept my position in the passenger seat as your student. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All Rights …

What is enough?

Consistency... Man's inhumanity towards man. I always marvel at how quickly the fires of vitriol are extinguished. The finger unfurls itself from its accusatory position and lies, flaccid as if it wasn't casting blame just moments before. How the shadows of duplicity make themselves known in the glare of light. Silence is sanction and a …

The example

The living room was silent with the exception of disparate breathing and the creaking of the floor. The three of them stood taut, at attention waiting with baited breath. This was a ritual of sorts, these boys, three brothers in formation, standing in order, from oldest to youngest as their father towered over them. The …

Acknowledgement of my standing

In a beautiful world pock-marked with ugliness. Sometimes I feel as if I sit on the banks of sanity... While insanity rushes by, I'm cognizant that one misstep can sweep me headlong into the current. Still there is a solace of sorts in watching the organized confusion cascade by me. Knowing, where I stand and …