4 AM the seventh day…
“Still life is death.. “, she said picking petals from the last geranium I brought. She had ceased to cry… waiting, waiting by his side; his every heartbeat luminescent on […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
My twin in comics
I still recall — when I was told how much I am like Tintin; it’s not so much my youthful looks (though I prefer my hair unkempt like him) but […]
Awake at three AM
It’s not the wail of wind, not this scent of sweat, it’s not from lack of light but in the subtle weight of these words unstitched. To be linked to […]
Postcard from the coast
(these notes were found on a collection of ancient postcards, the author is unknown but there are those who have seen a bent man walking into the waves without a […]
Serpent in my bed
The dry snake slithers slowly, skales caressing my skin the tender weight of its body moves slowly closer closer to my groin with a forked-tongue tickling. I feel the cold […]
