[#Painted Lines] THE PATH TO RECOVERY
With the cock’s crow sets the sailsurging forward, enroute with a white sailby fair-weather the seeker starts the sailTo a life’s grail he directs the […]
Articles by Chris Teck
[#just_stories] ON THE MERITS OF HIS CASE
His signaling wave snapped me out of the world. The world of the jazz music blaring in my ears, from the headphones. And back to […]
[#just_stories] REFILLING A BUNDLE
“How much?” The vendor stared at her. “One thousand, two hundred”. She said softly. She typed the digits on the airtime voucher he handed her. […]
[#just_stories] THE GIFT OF TEARS
She held him to herself and cooed, as his shrilling voice rent the air, beads of perspiration running down her face. And I watched them […]
[#just_stories] THE MOMENTS OF DIVINITY… AND HUMANITY
“One reason why humans are complex is owing to the luggages of our dark pasts we carry around”. He said with a grave look as […]
[#painted_lines] UNDER LIGHTS
Under silver lights that illumine our gaze we both stare at the stage before us. And steal side glances donning acting faces that seek to […]
[#a matter of perspective] WHAT YOU SAY AND WHAT I HEAR
I was at a business seminar sometime in March last year (2018), and one of the speakers made us -the participants- do a little exercise. […]
[#just_stories] A TASTE OF GOLD
He gazed at the golden liquid in the glass, oblivious to the other guests in the bar. Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect” filtered through the speakers. He […]
[#painted lines] WITH THE BLESSINGS OF THE TRIBE
Into the hall of fame I proceed Before the sages that me precede Each in his time a noble course run Each now assume a […]
[#just_stories] ON OTHER DAYS WE’LL LIVE…
He sauntered through the ward spreading cheer. And hope, joy, life. The energy surging from him flowed around inexhaustibly, and with a pristine finesse. To […]