The night is an endless frustrating vast empty well into which I am continually falling but never reaching the bottom, never drawing closer to the malicious water. At 2 am, I wake up, my body electric, my eyes watchful and … Continue reading
A Woman’s Tears A woman’s love is an extraordinary treasure!She will give you love,She will give you loyalty,She will give you, her dreams.She will give you, her future!She will give you eternity! But many a man never knowsthe value of … Continue reading
Autumn in the Wings Twigs’ lush medium is converting tocalligraphy, the dismissal of leavesto launch its winter forewarning. Ladenwith late acorns, squirrels chuck-chuck meaninglessmemos, counter-balance full bellies, tailsunfurled. I am embracing—keepsaking—the unscrolling calendar, harvestingdays tossed my way, the prodigious burdenof … Continue reading
I was definitely feeling pleased with myself. I made it to the private clinic without the usual escorts, for a check-up that would tell me how to deal with my upcoming departmental physical. It was a rare treat to be … Continue reading
“It’s not something most people know. Hell, I bet you don’t know it yourself.” Clinton was a big man, with a tangle of black hair just covering the tops of his ears. He stood in the doorway of the small … Continue reading
The swings were removed in 1976, after the laughter dissolved, like the rice paper skin of a flying saucer, when sucked, and before Connie and Ruth realise they’d never see each other again. The swing carcass, displays its paint, peeling … Continue reading
Explaining my Silence It is unsaid, this night, tongue crushed,silence crawling out of its holeand into the moonlight, the salt air.I am a history of silence, with you,with anyone of the past, the present,the future. You wait for my commencement,its … Continue reading
The year was 1520. It was a frenzied time. A decade earlier, Rafael Álvares Avila had set foot on a distant land at the edge of a dense forest and befriended members of a hunter-gatherer tribe whose existence was hitherto … Continue reading
It was time to go back, time to walk again the path that I had walked so many times in my memory across the years, time to try and put the past to sleep. I remembered that summer so well. … Continue reading
POETS Where are you, Poets,You, Wizards?Let us paint with our poemThis sorrowful worldAnd people with masks,For behind the maskEven eyes are lacklustreAnd we no longer breathe.Let us raise voiceAnd scrape the mud from our soles.Let us raise voiceFor all of … Continue reading