The moment, The tingle when happiness vanishes And it its warm place A terrible chill settles it – In a heartbeat, In the slow ticking of quartz movements What was once so resplendent Becomes an unfathomable memory – Optimism settles down to bitter cynicism Laughter fades to sighs And the warm light of day Fades …
A sweet guitar melody A memory of days past When the sunflowers danced In long summers Where the stereo in a station wagon Played the tunes that would define Periods of a life yet defined – On the winter wind the melody now floats Where bare branches replaced blooming flowers The winter’s night cannot contain …
“I know he’s a tyrant, but it will serve you well, my friend, to shut the fuck up about it. It will serve no one well if you decide to talk about it, and it will end badly for you if you speak about the situation with the wrong person. A lot of these little …
Universes created in the closing of an eye Destroyed in the opening of another Powerful, beautiful songs Sung in glorious harmony Melodies forgotten at dawn’s rays – Winds of image and memory Blown chaff floating in neuron sunbeams A muezzin’s call from the soul Imagination given infinite form – The dancing sufi’s refuge Landscape of …
She finished her coffee and looked across the quay. The water of the bay was calm, the sound of small waves lapping gently on the embankment washed over her ears. The cafe table was in the perfect position, or so she guessed. She looked down at the telephoto lens and top of the line camera …
A man once sang about 18 tons and souls owed to company stores. Watching the city below I could viscerally feel his pain. He in his miner get up, me in the sweat stained clothes I wear under my clean suit. He had his coal mine, I have my semiconductor factory. Below the city was …
She parted her hair in the mirror finish of the window, dodging the look of the eleventh fucking guy so far today. Her hangover was splitting her head in two and moving her hair seemed to make it slightly better. Fucking placebo, she remonstrated herself. She seemed presentable, clothes clean, hair nice, fucking normal enough …
She felt the wood of the table and seemed to be entranced by the patterns in the grain. Her eyes followed her hand, tracing the swirls that spoke of the tree’s life. When her fingers found a knot that sat dark and ominous under the clearcoat she sucked in a quick breath. She held her …
A fragment of a tune Drifts from a distant memory Rolling over my my consciousness Taking me back to dreams once imagined Pine trees and stalinist apartments Coffee stained subway plans Cyrillic calligraphy above golden icons Never actually transmitted by my optic nerve Created from the ether of my fantasies Real and unreal Born of …
Somewhere up above, high in the snows, a lost llama was starting to feel cold, starting to feel the fear that it might not really know the way back down. It was beginning to understand, viscerally, that wondering off might have been a huge mistake. Down below, in the valley of mankind, I saw the …