Still life with leftovers
Monday mourning — grey and mostly mundane I’m drowning, breath- less breathing; gathering my words and gardening the weeds, and sun is lost to leftovers for dinner. A short poem […]
Category Archives: poetry
Nocturnal sustenance
3 AM I woke up sleep- less, high on heart- beats, belly aches and moonless mania; at break of dawn I sighed, I dressed & went surviving back to work. […]
Work lunacy
After closing my laptop, working like mad I go down to the basement of our empty office building, change my clothes and jump on my bicycle, at home I only […]
In the ruins of the last library
Afterwards when all went silent; after words turned ash, the last remaining pillar fell and mortar crumbled into dust, the aged librarian mumbled verses from his dying books turned skyward, […]
The tip of the iceberg
“A big part of growing up is learning to forgive. M. Scott Peck” To shed the blame and be free of its burden; to accept and forgive, is almost as […]
