There’s the Editor-In-Chief,
aside from snark and sensual
cockteasing, notices me with
the zeal of a New Yorker
ambling towards a street performer.
She glides to and fro, checking budgets,
commanding lesser folk, commandeering chairs.
Then there is the sports editor,
whose in the form of a reclined
chair, limited words.
He pulls letters and stories into a body
on his layout page, working with the grace of
an agitated sloth.
Then there is A&E editor, a tangle of hair
She complains of her spider web life while hacking away
at her layout.
And if you look
the long crooked body
watching 2K14 gameplay videos in youtube,
is the Assistant Editor,
who is mostly,
a mere tragic accessory.
Ferdowsi’s Shahnameh from the era of the Safavid dynasty, that ruled modern-day Iran, Iraq, Azerbaijan and parts of Afghanistan. The miniature depicts Alexander the Great mourning his enemy, the last Achaemenid king, Darius the 3rd. The Macedonian king conquered the Achaemenid Empire and ruled Babylon from 331 BCE until his death in that same city in 323 BCE. Arthur M. Sackler Museum of Harvard University, Cambridge, MA.
Photo by Babylon Chronicle
Today, it rained.
It was beautiful, how the mute silver clouds dappled the earth in a cool darkness. The thing about the rain today was it was relentless. It never stopped, it would get harder and softer, but never stop. The drops were insatiable, addicted to kissing the earth. The fact that I had no earphones called me into the present, and an empty void of.. life flooded all my senses. The space hung like a black wool coat in a vacant closet. Standing outside, under the cover of the Mass Comm building’s concrete awning, the rain transparent torpedoes, I opened my black umbrella and stumbled towards my dorm.
The rain intensified, and I realized in its symphony that I was alone.
Of course, I was walking alone, but I was also… alone.
I became aware of that heartburn…that deep simmering ache.
I miss my friends. I miss my family.
The rain tripled its strength. Then I realized that I never got to hold you in the rain.
And I started to wonder, if it was raining where you were…
And I wondered if someone was holding you as drops stained your skin.
Suddenly I felt both robbed and wronged. I wasn’t able to show you again… just how well I could take care of you.
Tears formed in my eyes, but never danced among my cheeks.
I realized maybe you had bigger things to worry about now.