tellings by Kreska – Short stories | Poems | Exploring life

Bonn – Toronto

When I am old

don’t forget me when I am old, for my eyesight might be weak to recognize your lovely face; for my memory might be too frail and I will not be … Continue reading

November 28, 2018 · 1 Comment

My biggest fan

Mother comes into the room. Pardon me, I thought you were writing. I was, I wrote a thousand books while no one was watching. I tucked them under the bed, … Continue reading

November 28, 2018 · 1 Comment

A world

As a kid I would love to create my own world, with my own rules; my own characters; my own plots. I would love to revisit this world now, that … Continue reading

November 10, 2018 · Leave a comment

The role

How many different roles do you play in your daily life? 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 Or what about an odd and imaginary number like 33 Think of yourself at … Continue reading

October 30, 2018 · Leave a comment

Different version

I have so many different versions of the same thing   My favorite pen in red, blue, yellow and grey My notebook and another notebook to note what was missing … Continue reading

October 30, 2018 · Leave a comment

what i remember

I get so caught up with what I will remember, from this day, the next day and all the rest, that I can’t hardly wait for the good moments to … Continue reading

July 10, 2018 · Leave a comment

sauna etiquette

Sauna: the common denominator: sweat, naked people, towels, females or males, heat, limited light, wood, smells, etc. the not so common denominator: used for meditation; for a sweaty face message; … Continue reading

March 31, 2018 · Leave a comment