Kristopher Michael Cafaldo
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A writer interested in all things human. From psychology to poetry, anything that makes you think hard and feel even harder.
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The New Age of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley…none that we knew of. My village lives a peaceful life within the blue mountains which surround us on every side. Our families have been here for centuries. It’s like we were placed here. We were born here. We didn’t come from anywhere else. Dragons are thought to be our creators. They are something our parents told us about as kids to teach us about challenges. “Be Brave, Be Strong, for when the world turns its back, we must rise to the occasion and endure the attack.” I have always wanted to meet a dragon one day. My parents told me that when I was born, I stretched out my limbs so far that it looked like I was trying to take off and soar in the clouds, so they appropriately named me Zweven, which means soar in my language.
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo4 years ago in Fiction
There is no Time like the Present
Dear Mom, When I think of what I haven’t shared with you, I don’t know if I could pick just one thing. Knowing that I can no longer share things with you kills me inside. Since your passing, I have grown so much. I know you’d be very proud of the man that I’ve become. I spent my teenage and adolescent years all but ignoring you, and the distance from you moving from New York to Massachusetts, made it so that I stopped seeing you. You spent the first 10 years of my life trying to turn me against my father, and I carried that resentment with me when I moved in with him, which made me want to distance myself from you. Growing up, I also felt like I had to distance myself from you emotionally and physically because of your battle with multiple sclerosis. It was anything but a normal childhood. I know you tried your best, and we were both selfish at times, but I never loved you any less because of our circumstances.
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo4 years ago in Confessions
Hometown Heroes
River (Left) and Brena (right) Amelia To my lovely wife, I would not be the person that I am without you. When I first met you two years ago, I had no idea that I would become the man that I am. When I first met you at Snugg’s Harbor in New Paltz, I thought to myself, “Who is that cute girl sitting at my table?” not knowing that it was the table you usually sat at when you went there. I was playing a show and you had told me that you were here to see this band, not knowing that I was the other member. So, on a foggy night, out of the blue, against all the signs that told you to stay home, you came out because somehow—someway, you knew I’d be there. When the night was over and it was time to leave, I asked you for a hug, and when our bodies met for the first time, I knew that I could not live without you.
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo4 years ago in Families
Alcohol
Alcohol, the most prevalent and socially acceptable drug in America’s culture, is often called “liquid courage,” or “truth serum” due to the state of lowered inhibitions in the inebriated brain. There are not many other drugs that get you to cry while telling a group of disinterested people about the cat you lost when you were three. Cups be filled while guts be spilled!
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo4 years ago in Psyche
Your Satisfaction is not Your Identity
Identity. Individualism. The downfall of the West. We have long been separated from something truly meaningful. We find our meaning through our outward projections of what we think is our entire self. But we are yet unaware or simply in denial about what is essential to human life.
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo4 years ago in Psyche
Home
The hour of twilight looms overhead making the sky shades of indigo, orange and pink. The hunter awakens from his daytime slumber. Normally there would be warm cozy laughter around him, but this winter has not been kind to him. The only sounds he hears now are the creaking floorboards beneath his lonely feet and the cold whispers of a draft that had not been there before. He solemnly walks over to his chair and slumps down into it, holding a locket to his chest.
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo5 years ago in Humans
Interrogation with the Ego
Interrogation with the Ego Carl has met a girl who he fancies. It will be the first time he goes out on a serious date. He dresses up nicely in a suit. He is to go to a restaurant and then go dancing. As Carl is looking in the mirror, two beings appear on his shoulders. The one on his left is SiD, on the right, Siggy.
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo5 years ago in Humans
The Circle
The Circle I find myself in a familiar room. There’s the smell of incense and tobacco with hand rolled cigarettes all over the living room coffee table. I stare at the same Starry Night that hangs on the back wall. So often I find myself here and never am I excited to come. I’m here to get what I need and get out. That’s all. Some time passes. Finally, I’m greeted by my “doctor,” the man responsible for my weekly fix. He smiles at me, and I feigned a smile back. “What’ll it be this time?” he asks. “Just my usual. Enough to keep me going for the week.” I subconsciously scratch my head. It’s as if I know it’s wrong for me to be here. I ignore the thought and wait while my “doctor” gets my prescribed dose. He weighs it out, bags it up and sticks out his hand for payment. I cough up 80 dollars out of my 240 dollar weekly paycheck. I immediately head towards the door, meds in hand. “See you next week!” the “doctor” calls out. “See you next week,” I mutter with contempt in my voice.
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo5 years ago in Psyche
