Wednesday pondering – on playing

My children stayed at home for two days in a row because they were coughing and their noses were running, so I didn’t take them to kindergarten. And what better thing for them to do than play? One of their favorite games is an Xbox car race thing. And while my elder son plays a … Continue reading

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above

i listened to him reading without understanding a thing from the thread of sounds, but the rhythm of his reading voice was something particular, fluent, unhindered by the mélange of letters from which, for others, sprang meanings. the bunch of sounds carrying out his love didn’t need to touch more than that soft core of … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on vine leaves, fig leaves and inappropriate contents

You’d think that after Adam and Eve discovered the concept of fashion and wore the first ever tailored vine leaves costumes, and that after Queen Victoria’s shock when seeing the naked “jewelry” of Michelangelo’s “David” resulted in a fig leaf plaster cast applied over the oh! so shameful area of the body of that statue, … Continue reading

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will

When I die I’ll need a big coffin. A huge coffin. Because together with me my words will die too, and because, if they die anyway, I’d like them buried next to me. Yes, I wish my coffin to be cushioned not with silks or satin, but with sheets of paper filled with my writings … Continue reading

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Word clouds

[…] Sunday shapes its morning around the arabesque steam rising from my coffee cup. In front of me my notebook lies inert, a chest of words and meanings – or maybe a coffin for those. You slowly peck my fingertips and the edge of my thoughts, shyly asking for my attention, sobbing frustrated because you … Continue reading

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topology

in my all too evanescent eternity light broke in my palms like in a sea of cataracts, not being allowed to penetrate within me – in my pellucid veins dance sanguine flavors with top notes of well sharpened pencil, after which passing carbon declares its supremacy. there’s no place for light. rhythms are green and … Continue reading

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black 14 – sonnet

how does death come to one who claims its hand? how does the wing of Thanatos caress the hearts of those who ardently demand its swift and loyal service? i confess my deep desire to peek amidst the veils that hide the darkest lover of them all, the true unspoken ending of all tales – … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on love

In only a couple of days all the real and virtual environment will be subject to celebrating St. Valentine’s Day and I’ll admit that up to a point this is cute, although I’m pretty sure that true lovers don’t need a particular day to remember how lucky they are to have their feelings shared, and … Continue reading

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no.

[…] And my palm slides along the chalky surface of the wall – green and smelling like cheap music. Within the pores of the wall sank like mild fangs my thoughts, seeking the old brick beneath the coating This is not to be said No No No no without capitals. it’s not worth it. it’s … Continue reading

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