It was a hot and humid Morning. Boys crowded the room. We waited, shouting, throwing Things at each other. Then like a Boxer he ran out of his Office and hurled his briefcase At the lectern. It collided, Knocking it sideways. He shouted Louder than us that we were all Young, naïve, undisciplined. Then he…
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Childhood
“Look mummy! There’s a shape-changer on the roof! First it was a man, and now it is a cougar!” “-Don’t be silly, boy, shape-changers don’t climb onto rooves.” “Yes yes! I saw it! He’s there.” The sun beat down on the mother and son, Their little tea party on the deck continued. Howard finished…
The Past
A yellow moon glowers, Over my homely mansion. A werewolf stalks on the pavement level. Here in the trees are the huge boughs, Of the neighborhood. We dwell, in the night-time, Above the ground, In a complex of closed apartments, Made of wood. The sickening dim light of the streets, Shines up weakly at the…
The Son’s Confession.
One day I’ll be famous, with power and great wealth, I’d be in perfect body of sound mind and good health. Everyone will like me, I’d be of good repute, If a person contradicts me, my butler will refute Them, and put my reputation on a silver pedestal, No-one knows what else I do so…
la fine dell’amore
He was sworn against divorce, While she had had two marriages already. They were together for only eight years. In his seventh decade he gave her a scooter. She accepted, and rode around on it, Through the mountain roads of Italy, Floral dress, light shoes, Half-dome helmet, no lipstick. Just like in a festival film!…
‘Finding Harmony’
Autumn rain is determined to tap against the panes of your soul Defiantly strumming your hair in deep silent reflection: Now is moot For you are lost to wind’s clawing of this moment; gone like fallen fruit Oh detachment, you stole her from me; so easily that labour is done Time’s distance drifts,…
A sad farewell
I watched alone by sunlit edge of pond and meadow touching hands those flirting leaves that twitched and swirled gold dessication incomplete while water ruffling to shore beneath bowed willows’ trailing arms pushed tender shards of russet brown to curl contentedly in reeds no harsh sounds to be heard that day for everything seemed hushed…