husband and wife, lockdown edition: a quadrille

screeching tires roared back to life running away from fuming wife, leaving minty toothpaste uncapped, garlic burnt with bitter bite, lockdown birthing silly fights. yet once the stars start blending the night, wheels will return to arms so light, hush, hush, let’s not fight. — 05.05.2020 ©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo byContinue reading “husband and wife, lockdown edition: a quadrille”

table of elements and wedding vows

Marriage. Marriage is a pair of destined hands clap not, cannot, without the other one— no song needed to taste one’s tears; no spice to smell one’s burning sun. Marriage. Marriage is all the sonnets William Shakespeare (welcomed and farewelled in Church of the Holy Trinity, just for your information for marriage will not makeContinue reading “table of elements and wedding vows”

wish come true

You are asking why I haven’t been writing lately about love, well, it’s because you do not utter a wish every night once you can already hold it with your bare hands. So why I haven’t been writing about love it’s because I already have you. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 138 ofContinue reading “wish come true”

wish come true

You are asking why I haven’t been writing lately about love, well, it’s because you do not utter a wish every night once you can already hold it with your bare hands. So why I haven’t been writing about love it’s because I already have you. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 138 ofContinue reading “wish come true”

Not Forgetful

Her eyes on the slow, old tram coming. Her hands inside the bag, checking the cold office keys, the leather notepad, the tattered coin purse, the thin phone, her essentials. Lucky day, no forgotten items today. Her ride to the office is about to arrive when a familiar face crossed her peripheral view. He has aged,Continue reading “Not Forgetful”

The Forgetful

My searching hands were left bare by the naked bed which bear no one but me. Sighing, I know the drill I get out of our blanket-made hill to find he. Welcoming sunrise kisses my just opened eyes, the noise of the road whispers cluttered sighs, there is he. Hugging his guitar, plucking eloquently, asContinue reading “The Forgetful”

The Bathroom Pianist

I was three when curiosity was born inside me. I remember the first thing I asked my mom was about the grand piano covered and silenced inside her room’s bathroom. I grew old asking why it’s hidden. She has offered me nothing but a teary smile, until today. With the same nostalgic yet melancholic look,Continue reading “The Bathroom Pianist”

Four Bullets

One. Two. Three. Four. His seven-decade-old hands hold tight on the rusting rails of his lightless room’s window. His darkened eyes stare at the now fallen tree and then to the triumphant men who successfully defeated the lush pine. The lush pine planted and reared by his wife. His wife who died last month. HeContinue reading “Four Bullets”

Book Review: Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff

“Paradox of marriage: you can never know someone entirely; you do know someone entirely.” 39th – Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff    Rating:  (Not for me, sorry.) What is it about: Every story has two sides. Every relationship has two perspectives. And sometimes, it turns out, the key to a great marriage is notContinue reading “Book Review: Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff”

Last Ride

This is the last part of my ‘Ride’ short story series. For best the reading experience, please read Ride and Second Ride. I am ashamed of myself while he’s laughing his heart out. This is always the scenario when our friends, our families and even our little kids recalled that fateful second ride. The tale ofContinue reading “Last Ride”