her voice in his hand |
one moment she's there. and the next. he's holding an ice cream. the one he bought for her before she ran off. he's laughing. maybe he's a little embarassed. not too far away she's hugging a tree. and...
Posted by apnea on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 03:32:00 PST |
was it Nadia? |
messages never received. not by the brain. he holds the flower. Nadia asks him what colour are the petals. in his fingers he turns the flower around. smiles at her. sensing her question implies someth...
Posted by apnea on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 04:09:00 PST |
an intro to ang |
rain bleeds summer dry. all mixed emotions he walks the streets trying to remember and at the same time attempting to forget. he's tangled up in a love story and memory is making a prisoner of him. so...
Posted by apnea on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 07:51:00 PST |
the ritual is over |
In the morning, depending on who woke first, they'd go down to the kitchen and make tea or coffee and return to the bedroom with a replete tray. Matt liked coffee. Siri liked tea. Both liked toast. Si...
Posted by apnea on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 06:15:00 PST |
the fourth attempt |
Laura how old are you?You know how old I am.Tell me again?For what reason?It makes me laugh.I'm twenty and a half.And a half?And you are?Twenty seven. Plain old twenty seven. No halves or quarters.So,...
Posted by apnea on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 11:26:00 PST |
soap opera star |
I'm coming up the stairs from the basement. She's in the hallway talking to Jordy. I know her voice. She lives across the street from me but I've never spoken to her. I've been sitting in the garden w...
Posted by apnea on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 12:52:00 PST |
between the grey days |
in the subdued light of a room he sat staring across into the blackened hole where a fireplace used to stand. the surroundings had become familiar to him though this was not his home.one night he phon...
Posted by apnea on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 10:13:00 PST |
brief info exchange |
voice says, that's a lucifer you're drinking.don't look up from staring down. fucking shoegazer. just letting the day run away.might well be, comes the reply.that's what i'm drinking. kicks, don't it....
Posted by apnea on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 04:12:00 PST |
if it is, answer me |
it seems to have fallen away. subsided. the explanations can only amount to conjecture. sip water. no more coffee. no more belief. that's the way it feels. reassurance is, i love you. but sometimes it...
Posted by apnea on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 01:12:00 PST |
the storyteller |
uncle came. a month at our house. things would be different. things would change. he liked to live by night and eat and drink until he was tired and sated. by day he would be with us. awake but not qu...
Posted by apnea on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 02:41:00 PST |
