Departure lounge. “We loved it!” The seat behind me pressed against mine as a heavy body was lowered into it. It was a woman, laughing as she continued her story. “We would get five boxes of doughnuts and we would go hang out in the parking lot of the motel.” She laughed again, low and […]
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 […]
13.06.2017 17:53
Writing In The Dark or The Neon Flower There were days when she closed her eyes and looked at the blink of neon red and yellow behind her lids. At these times, she stood silent, wondering whether there were words to write, stories to tell. Whether the neon flowers she saw in the dark garden, […]
07.06.2017 10:13
At horizons’ doors Blue lines run side by side, spread out like a horizon multiplied. In between, white expanse lies, full, suggestive. The voyager pauses, points a used, grey finger at the invisible confines of the Self, and steps off the edge of the Universe.
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.
08.03.2017 13:35
Dizac “This beach rejuvenates me”, she says. She stands in silence looking at the sea. She wonders why she does not come more often. The sea salt stings her shoulders warmed by the rays of the sun. She digs her toes into the sand and smiles. I look up at her, shielding my eyes against […]