Impairment

The black wooden casket drew attention inside the white painted walls. The curtains were drawn apart and the wide open door seemed welcoming. The lit candles beside the coffin danced along with the sweeping breeze as if inviting him to see his long lost mother.

Racing Wheels

When I was six

my father and I had a bicycle race.

“If you lose, I will leave you and go to work.”

The road was still wide

and the grasses wet with dew.

He didn’t wait nor let me win.

Twelve years later,