by Jupiter Progress | Jun 21, 2018 | Prose & Short Stories |
An old chair and almost a new one I am not sure what it is about old chairs, that makes me want to approach it and take a second look at it. Maybe because I want to know who was the person who sat there before me and the one before them? This chair that I was gazing...
by Jupiter Progress | Jun 20, 2018 | Food, Prose & Short Stories |
A short prose about the banana in the fruit basket The banana in the fruit basket is not as ripe as she wants it to be. She likes her banana just ripe. She told him that she would give it a couple more days before she checked back on the banana. He told her that he...
by Jupiter Progress | Jun 18, 2018 | Prose & Short Stories |
The drive home It was a pleasant drive home, Sometimes I see the sky blue, Other times grey, Other times a garden variety of shapes and colors, But this hour of the day, I see a fluffy pink arch, A grey cloud with a silver lining, And a silent crescent moon,...
by Jupiter Progress | Jun 14, 2018 | Flowers, Prose & Short Stories |
A short prose about the flowers in the tiny garden Life in the garden It goes deep, Watch the stabbers and pokers especially those that sit on the throne and poke you when you don’t look. And what do we have here? A fallen rose petal. Oh, Rosie rose, Who stands next...
by Jupiter Progress | Jun 12, 2018 | Prose & Short Stories |
I started creating ––painting, pottery, and sculptures, and showed her my pieces. She didn’t get it, get any of it. I tried to explain the significance, The look on her face told me everything. I realized I didn’t understand her. Communication is sometimes strangely...
by Jupiter Progress | Jun 6, 2018 | Prose & Short Stories |
Under the blue umbrella The rain started coming down in the city, She took out her blue umbrella, The one that they used to share together, This time he wasn’t around, under the blue umbrella. He didn’t want to be under the umbrella, anymore, His heart desired...
