To build a dream on

“Well,” my friend John said after watching me staring at the same page of my book for 10 minutes straight, “what happens now?” What happens now? “I don’t know,” I answered, slowly closing the book and placing it back on the bookshelf. “Let me quote Ijeoama Umebinyuo,” he whispered, I could feel his chest pressing…

Whisper

It’s getting warmer, the winter cold slowly ebbs away and allows us to plant the seed of spring in our thoughts. (Sometimes when the wind is cold and I can see my breath coming out in white puffs, I go out to stand in front of the ocean and whisper forgiveness.) My fingertips are cold…