Talking animal story

Greetings,

Once upon a time in "T" an imaginary fanciful place where idle men stood around looking bored and undereducated drinking brown tea after artfully massaging a microscopic silver spoon clanging metal against a small glass to destroy 2-3 cubes of sugar manufactured in a filthy basement far away where shy new lovers held hands inside the rising sun of their passionate desire for yawning bamboo chairs where two elderly women in multi-hued head scarves smoked as exploding drops of water from icicles plummeted onto roof tarps above a cafe where a ghost scribbled in shadows burning his fingers to see the why falling water drops played music.

Peace.

Kid's play

Greetings,

Wow, it's another lousy beautiful magical little day in paradise!

My five-year old friend, Zeynap knows her ABC's. We sing and draw in the fast yet ravishing food zone. Bored anxious adults stare at us in wonder and forgotten memory.

They eat their dreams with yogurt.

They ask us many questions without speaking. "What's the melody? How can you revert to such primal innocence? Is it the food? Air, water? Why does the caged bird sing?"

Zeynap ignores them tracing symbols - red, blue and black lines on empty white paper. She becomes the paper, ink and flow. She folds them and we play "Guess which hand holds the secret paper."

Nearby, red roses bleed their fragrance into a blue sky turning it violet.

Zeynap leans across the table. She whispers an irrefutable truth. "All these adults were punished for dreaming."

We laugh and play all day.

Peace.

Pavement Man

Greetings,

As you can see I am struggling to get one piece of life's machinery connected to another piece of life's machinery. It's a strange yet essential way of working here. We use our hands to make these wonderful time-saving efficient machines, like an asphalt street thing-a-ma-jig and then, wham, stuff gets clogged in the line and they call me.

I am Mr. Unclog and I've been opening and closing these lines for decades. It's a job and it ain't glamorous. It puts food on the table, keeps a roof over my family's head and supports my wife and children. It's an honorable trade and I'm the best in the business.

The next time you drive down a smooth as silk, perhaps glass street somewhere in the world feeling the steady singing hum of your tires on asphalt you may remember the old guy with the oily hands who cleared the line to make it all possible.

Peace.

Ride

Greetings kiddies,

You need a spring bike. Shiny chrome silver sparkling star wheels spinning spiral freedom. Zoom around, meet strangers, smile and push the pedals.

Get away from home, family zombies in their apathetic emotional wasteland and their daily endless charade of money, power and control.

Why, oh long cry, sigh, buy now, get one free, does a kid care about all that?

"What I do today is important because I am paying a day of my life for it. What I accomplish must be worthwhile because the price is high."

Spin them wheels sweetheart, take amazing risks.

Peace.

International Worker's Day

Greetings,

May Day. May all the world's workers find their freedom. Create with machines, toil the soil.

A textile factory worker. A carpet weaver and son. Trash collectors.
A farmer.

Peace.