not forgotten, never forgotten, misplaced in childhood toys, tastes, memories, dreams, accidently invoked a spell woven as my mouth waters, throat swallows the sweet taste of a thin wafer, spread with cream comes to rest on my tongue like a… Read More ›
Literature
Songs
single, solo songs, sang throaty renditions, vibrating emotional, deeply heartfelt softly sung, molasses slow words written, whispering lines sliced through the words capturing the essence within a degree of meaning sobbing, special scintillating sliding over structured scales no limits lethargically… Read More ›
Coming with Spring
Romantic Dinners as though I didn’t conceive a thought how meeting you would wrought such a storm of emotions, longings in a whirlwind of summer contortions bring new different aspects, proportions the spring brings sun, delicate flowers, the sky darkens… Read More ›
Serenity of Seasons
The near trees bent by wind, ice and snow bowing to the master, the icy winter beast waiting silently in the cold fastness of the ice for the sun to shed its warming rays once more making the landscape,… Read More ›
As
we move speeding past on parellel paths going as fast as the trains that speed by routed along their way and as far apart divided by land or water flowing swiftly a momentary glance seen through a pane small, befogged… Read More ›
Aft The Eaves Comes
drip, drip continuous drip a sound so soft, sibilant becoming akin to a cant never reduction or a flip little plops at the end a pling now and then a puddle, so swollen after questing, a holen calling one to… Read More ›
Guantánamo Diary exposes brutality of US rendition and torture
The groundbreaking memoir of a current Guantánamo inmate that lays bare the harrowing details of the US rendition and torture programme from the perspective of one of its victims is to be published next week after a six-year battle for… Read More ›
The Wind
as the heart cries tears flow soft as the wind of spring gone lost in the first time of young love never to come back again until once in fall days found another love to fuse two hearts as the… Read More ›
Timeless
It is or maybe the floating intuition of the wordless lost
Ranunculus
when night light reveals the gloss glowing eyes yellow, golden, unfold slowly in the morning sunlight or narrow to slits it’s focus on the prey that lies silent waiting in terror known or unknown
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