this is the year …


… when everything changed, but everything stayed the same. Not much was learned, and history kept repeating itself. Some tried to erase it but to no avail. As if dismantling the past would change the future. How could we recognize ourselves anymore with masks on, no matter how fashionable they had become. How could we find human touch again, a place to meet halfway. This is the year when it all came tumbling down, while many were left to pick up the debris.


© 2020 magicofwords



I wonder what she thinks about. Those piercing eyes tell me something I don’t know.

She’s clever.

She senses the world has changed, but she finds common ground. A constant in the midst of uncertainty.

Something to lean on.

Her ears perk up to the sound of silence. It’s too quiet even for her. But peaceful at last.

An introvert’s dream.


© 2020 magicofwords

no time to fly


It was an uneventful winter until the world went topsy turvy. And now her suitcases have been collecting dust. They are like vintage items in an antique shop.

Borders have become walls of another kind. She feels confined, perplexed, all the while telling herself “this too shall pass.”

And when that time comes, she will break free. Suitcase in hand. To reach unknown destinations–outside of her own imagination.

© 2020 magicofwords

dining in


Suddenly restaurant decor became a piece of art to be appreciated from one’s imagination. Or from black and white photographs as if it was a thing of the past.

We were faced with the conundrum of what to make for dinner every single night. And would there be enough nonperishable items stocked up in the pantry?

All the while hoping that one day in the not too distant future dining out would be back like retro. When we no longer have to worry about social distancing.

Or learn how to boil water.


© 2020 magicofwords

Leap of Faith

I didn’t realize it was February 29 until I looked at the calendar.

In these uncertain times, when the world is in disarray, fear runs rampant, and we are bombarded with bad news on a daily basis, maybe it’s time to take a leap of faith.

Do something extraordinary today–after all, it only happens every 4 years.


© 2020 magicofwords

before midnight

Sometimes I wonder what it’s all about. This life of ours full of mystery and uncertainty.

So much to see, to feel, to experience. Yet the missed opportunities.

The anticipation.

It’s that first kiss. And that last kiss. The joy and the tears. It’s the mundane and the sublime.

The rut.

It’s everything you want to remember. And everything you want to forget.

I know because I’ve been there. In between a paradox. Trying to figure out what to do next.


Or do nothing at all. Let it unfold as it should be. Before midnight.


© 2020 magicofwords