Room at the attic
Summers of my childhood were sometimes spent in the big countryside manor of my grandparents. Uncles and aunts, cousins and rooms more than we could count. Days followed days in […]
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What’s the color of peace?
It must be a color less like the soil not ochre, sienna or brown reminding of trenches or graves; it cannot be red as the rage of revenge, the color […]
This is what I mean when I talk about roses
It’s neither the sun nor the waves, neither mountains nor forests. It’s not the boughs of our oak in summer, when laden with leaves. It’s neither the nightingale’s song nor […]
When death came to town
When Death come to town she claimed our flesh by selling us dust; whiter than pale as the twilight her poisonous kiss of nuclear mushrooms and alpha-decay. When Death came […]
The devoted monk of Atlantis
The zealous crowd arrived, ten minutes to midnight to burn the scrolls they blamed for rising tides, for brine and water flooding lower levels of Atlantis. The librarian tried in […]
