New Day A long time has passed and no one asked me why the paths of loneliness lead everywhere when the dreams gain weight and becomes descending mass of neutrinos we are absent and grope on the presence to change into something deep and unapproachable like the light in the flash of a lightning bolt everything will take place a finger will turn the page behind many coiled realities hides the invisible history of the constant end rivers that flow into other rivers oceans, stoas of other oceans primeval souls climb from pages of books flashing onto the blossom of meanings the vibrating manifestation of the past and the insinuation of the present perhaps are the future’s interchanging plan so, we can reach here oaring in a bubble many inexperienced listening to silence.
That man, who stuttered, wanted to say something but I was in a hurry; he stuttered something up to my door. That man wanted to talk to me and I was in a hurry.
Maybe they were still asleep. Opening the door, she walked cautiously down the hall but picked up her pace when she heard muted voices from the kitchen. Moe and Ken sat at the table, fully dressed and with mugs of coffee in front of them. They turned towards her. “Good morning, kiddo. You had a good long sleep.” Moe jumped to her feet. “Okay, first a cup of fresh coffee, then I’ll make your breakfast.” Tyne glanced from one to the other, trying to read their expressions. But Moe, in spite of dark patches under her eyes, exhibited her old cheerful demeanor. Ken was smiling. “Morning, Tyne,” he said as he got up and pulled a chair out from the table. Tyne hesitated. Did they have something to tell her? Were they acting normal to lessen the shock? Before she allowed herself to sit down and accept the coffee Moe handed her, she had to know. “Have you heard anything?” Her voice was little more than a whisper. Both of them shook their heads, and Ken said, “It’s a little soon. I’m sure they’ll be in touch with us today.” Tyne’s sigh was louder than she expected. “I know, I’m being overanxious.” She sat down across from Ken and stirred cream into her coffee. “I didn’t mean to sleep so long. I told Bobby and Ronald I’d be back to the see them this morning, at least for a few minutes.” “You’re too late, kiddo,” Moe said as she broke eggs into a bowl. “Aunt Millie left over an hour ago for the hospital. The boys are well looked after. Right now you’re going to have breakfast.” “Thanks Moe, but I’m not really hungry.” Tyne took a sip of coffee. “I don’t think I can eat.” “Nevertheless,” Moe said as she whisked the eggs, “you’re going to try. And I’m going to stand over you until you do.” Tyne had to smile. “Do you realize you’re beginning to sound more and more like Aunt Millie?” In spite of her assertion that she was not hungry, Tyne ate most of the scrambled eggs and toast Moe placed before her…
Newspaper He opened the newspaper under the light of the kitchen he seek to brighten the news of last night’s muggings, break ins, murders. After he took a deep breath knowing he contributed in beautifying the world of this ugly modern city he put the coffee pot on as if he had to go to war again and needed his morning fix
Manolis Aligizakis 