Month: October 2015

Sagging kapok beds, sea’s wash and moan, sun yellowing papers, streaming over our lives, wishing for nothing more, no will to move; anglers in works gumboots, white and stolen crossing a shingled shore to whip high rods at sun. We watched lazily, the lazy, as kahawai died bled  in the sun. Something to do. On a…

A high ceiling in spring, white with a filigree border and genteel conversation floats over earl grey and the waitress’s apron rises and falls with her light step; tea and cakes, spilling cream, a man with a silly hat and ill-fitting hand-knit jersey trying to impress his mother – or his maiden aunt. The traffic…

first meeting* based on Reiner Stach’s description of Franz Kafka’s first meeting with Felice Bauer (see page 100, ‘Kafka The Decisive Year’s by Reiner Stach, translated by Shelley Frisch) only a few words yet enough to put you out to sea silly boy you liked her to the ‘point of sighing’ you spilled out to…