A harrowing sound lacerates the air and makes for a near cataclysmic cacophony with each thunderous wave that pulverizes the rocks in Noord on the temperate island of Aruba. Day or night the playlist seems to be on continuous shuffle but repeating the all-too familiar rhythm of the sea. The green from the near perfectly…
Author: The Komunikator
Blue before sunrise
While there aren’t two cats in the yard, “our house is a very, very, very fine house” like the lyrics of Crosby, Stills & Nash profess. In the rural oasis that are the converted meadows and horse farms stand behemoths enshrouded in beige and gray plastic. Are these domiciles an unspoken testimonial to conformity or…
Foos yer doos? (How are you?)
The blare of the commuter train horn on its Saturday schedule precisely every one hour and forty nine minutes was the only major event in our quiescent little hamlet that humdrum morning. Beyond the typical procrastinating of household chores on my day off I was left alone and prosaic while the rest of my family…
Salt-aired scrap
My mouth was completely parched. I was far too tired and chaffed at that point in the day to want to get up from my reclined vantage point in the construction of the world’s greatest sandcastle with my nephews. The afternoon sun was shaded from my eyes thanks to my camouflage jungle hat and the…
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