Sailor in the plain |
The old man left the door open, inviting the hummingbirds in, to chirp and help clatter the glasses, foggy from dust and years like these. He was setting the table, slowly covering its wr...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 12:19:00 GMT |
dark red |
Looking at white feetnesting on neatly coloured bed at nighteyelids suddenly open at beautiful objects; the inheritance of tiesreceived ideas, recognisable forms"be nice to the lady at the door...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 12:04:00 GMT |
There there |
Here we are twisted, enmeshed in sweatpores scowling along your back full of stitches, thorns that I prickleand I smell your belly of ticklesexhaling ferocious want like the werewolf, who...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 00:23:00 GMT |
Göteborg Haze |
Trees. A forest of them.Massive, scarred, entranced by mist. Their trunks seem as if savagely drawn by claws. Roots dig deep and large into the ground pipes of an inverted organ, playing only humdru...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 09:44:00 GMT |
Istanbul - Gun |
Male.The stench of men overcrowding the streets of Beyoglu. Dark children of Suleyman, embracing each other as the sun follows their footsteps. Motile gametes spreading along the dry horizon. You walk...
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 14:31:00 GMT |
Istanbul - Tails |
Cats. Sleepy-eyed remnants of Byzantium, gatekeepers of fake empires and cold gazes under the sun. Scattered, elongated figures of grace and cunning. These climbers of ruins are the true owners of the...
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 13:18:00 GMT |
Arrifana |
Lembras-te da praia que deitámos para trás e guardámos naquela lata antiga de bolachas de maçã e canela que a tua avó inglesa comprou a um mercador de chá na Índia? Fui lá hoje ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 13:05:00 GMT |
Istanbul - Temple |
Polarising Sultanahmet's skyline stand Hagia Sophia and the Blue Mosque, two symbols of strength and prayer, radiating silence and communal solitude. Inside the Hagia Sophia, under the omnipotence...
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 04:23:00 GMT |
Belly |
Spring had come sooner than expected. It had been a year of strange occurrences, so when the cuckoo cried out "hey, look who's back" in February, nobody thought much of it. After all, we'd already had...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 01:43:00 GMT |
Drunken reindeer (another Christmas tale) |
So, this reindeer walks into a bar, right? You can tell he's been having a rough day, 'cause one of his antlers has an empty bottle of rum stuck to its top and someone sprayed "get the fuck off ...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 14:52:00 GMT |
