You’re off to Paris as I am off the rails. Off the beaten paths, off the chartered trails. A slick, cold stone, no resistance for the tears I shed. Waterfalls as aesthetics 101, a field of poppies as my bed. I lick my wounds not like a cat, but because I poured salt in them […]Read more "Caring too much"
I’m alive, but why? I mean, I know how I came about. But what’s it all about? Am I here just to shout or is there something bigger to accomplish? Something more meaningful that I am supposed to build? Something to last? To last past a time when I’m long gone? To last for all […]Read more "Cogwheel"
The cigarette smoke lingered in the air just at the height of her eyes. Her dress had come undone at the shoulders. Her hair was still perfect. Her lips were slightly ajar. The masquerade was abandoned, the fog had lifted, the façade crumbled to show a human being: frail, vulnerable, sincere. She barely reacted to […]Read more "Photograph"
Sex and then the walk home. Not the calm and then the storm. Chestnust, raindrops, fallen leaves Of raw emotion, logic’s the thief Of detailed analysis, feeling’s the muddler The rough sex a failure, at least a good cuddler The moon’s not quite full, but more than halfway there It shines a light on my […]Read more "The walk home"
Go West! That’s what they said. But on a globe, there’s a limit to what counts as the west. For if you go too far west, you’ll end up in the east. And apparently, that’s not good. The east is what is already known: the old, the archaic, the boring. What you must strive for […]Read more "Finding a coda"
I climbed a tree and I fell onto an apple on the ground. Then another apple fell on me. Then from my head it fell onto the ground. There was a difference in sound. My head was hard, soft was the ground. The ground that the apple eventually found. It split into two and suddenly […]Read more "No proper goodbye"
You say it can’t be done, I’m too high-strung. But have you ever looked at the rain just before it subsided and seen the sun reemerge from behind the grey clouds? How much more welcome that sun is than the one that burns your skin on a hot July afternoon. And yet, it’s the same […]Read more "Highlight reel"