We all Love Drummers – Haiku

we all love drummers
they feel nature’s pure rhythms
of all that we are




Tuesday Haiku

In the deep of sleep
Tuesday morning came to me
where did Monday go?

Foleywood: The Legend Of Boomer Lav

Wikipedia definition –  ‘Foley is the reproduction of everyday sound effects which are added in post production to enhance the quality of audio for films, television, video, video games and radio.[1] These reproduced sounds can be anything from the swishing of clothing and footsteps to squeaky doors and breaking glass. The best foley art is so well integrated into a film that it goes unnoticed by the audience.[2] It helps to create a sense of reality within a scene. Without these crucial background noises, movies feel unnaturally quiet and uncomfortable…’

Congrats to the crew & cast of Foleywood: The Legend of Boomer Lav, for being selected to be shown at the 2013 Toronto Independent Film Festival.1069226_451951344904133_338395576_n

Director: Kevin Colacci

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Indulgence of Tradition

006The sun shone brightly through my window as I sat on the couch looking at pictures. We seem to do that at the loss of someone. Often, we’ll look back to another time, trying to figure, why that life is over.

As children we were taught traditions. Don’t speak unless spoken to, honor your Father, and call your Mother every day. The elements wear away our fragile outer selves, until we spend most of our time building hard shells, lest the erosion reach our tender, vulnerable hearts. So, like many, he was taken down by the illness of ‘not living up-to-par’,  he tried so hard to protect himself from.

written for Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields ‘Friday Fictioneers’ prompt

photo copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


She’s Watching me

d0c72-photo3She’s watching me…

I cook for her, clean for her,
she knows how hard I try for her
…but it’s not enough.

She’s watching me…
Where will I go?
Each step takes me far away,
then back again.

She thinks I’m teasing her,
playing with the heart, that breaks my own,
each time we say good-bye.

She’s watching me…
Meticulously, she tugs at my arms, my eyes,
my whole body leaps to hold her.

I melt into her warmth, as she melts into mine,
I have to stay home again today…

We sleep.

p.s. perhaps she’s watching you too…