This time there will be no poetry No songs, no tearful prose No floating into thoughtscape as I stare at the tiny lights that play across the walls of my dark room. No, this time will be dry. Functional, minimal, standard. Only the necessary detachment procedures as I relish the realization of having got …
Category: My Literary Column
Astro Boy
Tell me, astro boy What does it feel like to have no friends To sit alone like this Under your great starry sky Before your glowing door Tell me while I am here Everything around, it’s lit by starlight now, beautiful And sad beyond words, there’s death in this light A clinging on through …
The Death of a Dirty Little Sewer Rat
There was a dirty little rat that fell down a sewer pipe once. This happened because it was a sewer rat. In the beginning the pipe was wide and it fell straight down. Then it bent into a horizontal bit. The rat couldn’t climb back up, so it kept crawling on its dirty little feet …
Rebuild
Again, as ever, in the desolate desert of mine, dry and quiet since the last rain that I falter to remember under a lost sky I start to rebuild. So tall my arches and towers rise to dizzying heights where the sun can glisten off every brick, so perfect I take a step …
Yellow
The world was yellow today. For a brief flicker between now and opportunity, it sparked in front of our eyes. We were there. As we drowned, as we let go, we saw the hopelessness of our lives, like a last feeble breath of wind that stirs the fallen leaves. It rained for long, I suppose. …
One Life 