Posted by Author on January 28, 2014 · 2 Comments
You die beneath my eyes. The wind that blows is witnessing my bitterness of breath and claws rake through my core like those of crows, in search for all the sweetness of your death. I touch your eyes, your vaguely beating heart – it’s all a dream but not my own. I lie and tell … Continue reading →
Posted by Author on August 16, 2013 · 1 Comment
Find me a mantle to wrap in it all the white of our days and the black of our nights. Find me such a cloak that would deny, with its imperviousness, sand’s access to our unspoken words, so that whatever sound still crawls along my skin yet shivering with reminisces of tenderness from our youth, … Continue reading →
Posted by Author on May 27, 2013 · 2 Comments
With the phone at his ear, he reached out to grab the agenda, but accidentally pushed a glass in its vicinity and the water from it spread quickly all over the small table. Repressing a loud voiced curse, he threw a “Yes, this Saturday is fine, gotta go now” in the phone, and then rushed … Continue reading →
