In the Belly of the whale Everything had to be perfect for Brother Jonas. The women were dressed in the most demure of demure attire, their sobre and unpretentious handbags heavy with magazines and bibles, their faces alight with righteous glory. The men were pillars of leadership, taking their holy role as head of the […]
19.06.2017 15:51
Facing a blue screen When she saw him again it was a Monday afternoon, eighteen years later. Time had lengthened him out, stretched him at the edges, had filled his once lean cheeks and softened his sharp jawline. Time had put that grave stamp of age on his face. “I’m getting old,” he said. He […]
23.05.2017 9:26
Behind red curtains She cracked open her eyelids, lifting her chin slightly. There was too much light but she did not draw the blinds. The lazy pleasures of the night were now gone, they had not even lingered long enough to greet Morpheus. In their wake were a stinging bitterness on the tongue and an […]
07.05.2017 16:42
In the blue She lay on her belly, softly suspended in the turquoise waters. She saw her brown toes floating far beneath her, the paleness of her palms hanging lifeless before her. She felt the warmth of the sun hitting the back of her head as she gazed through the mask at the dancing rays […]
04.05.2017 23:34
Between blue checkered sheets “Aren’t you ashamed?” she laughed. “No,” I replied. But yes, there was a time when I wore Shame like a cloak. A thin, impenetrable barrier that hid me from my Self. Shame was a layer of my skin. I did not know then that she was an intruder, an alien […]
02.04.2017 23:00
On a grey couch … Time had chafed my soul and left me toughened like cured leather. You brought me water and I watered my parched soul. And I felt the frightening strain of buds burgeoning, a distressing efflorescence unfolding in undiscovered crevasses. This she said looking down at me as I lay beneath her.