Monthly Archives: August 2009

Love Story LXXI

She had been sitting  beneath the wall for years, trying to work out the inscription. The blast had blown her some yards away, much like a cushion being thrown across a room. She saw in retrospect that she needed this distance. Finally, the inscription revealed itself. The characters were of a familiar form – maybe they were in his hand, or even her own. They read: You are losing me.

31 08 09

Our crimes are relative to the times in which we live.

30 08 09

I’m just a tourist on this train of thought.

Truth VIII

We tell ourselves hundreds of little lies, and one big one.

Haiku

Through the kindly hedge,

later blooming nasturtiums

still ramble freely.

28 08 09

Why do we love?

Phantom III

I edge closer and her shadow bends towards mine! I don’t mean that she moves to make them meet. The shadow bends. I have never seen anything like it. We are connected beyond connection.

Balance II

He had death on his mind, but not his own. He walked the shore thinking of a thousand deaths – the death of youth, the death of summer, the death of certain feelings. The death of all life. Death, in all its forms, and the things that followed it. Death, always carrying birth, for Nature abhors a vacuum.

Phantom II

She looked at them, at the beauty in the way he saw them. It was like a ghost of love, somewhere beyond the living. Somewhere beyond her life.

Phantom I

He slips between the ends of the two glass sheets, coming to me erratically. I welcome him with open arms. There can be no other way.