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A Good Day For Small Crashes

January 2, 2010


The couple and their child carefully drive through the snow, aware of the slippery road, a black a red and a blue robin in a rolling cage. The streets are full of people exchanging presents after the holidays, gifts wanted and unwanted, surprises welcome and unwelcome.


December 27, 2009


On August 12, I realised that my asthma was an unwillingness to take life. That I was alive nevertheless, and remained so, was, for me, one of the many paradoxes of existence, strewn across our path as unsolvable riddles, tough mind candy to chew on. I did not care for His jokes.

love letters

October 15, 2009


i lit a cigarette and sat down to type. but suddenly i couldn’t remember what the keyboard meant. i looked at those small black squares with white symbols on them and they seemed to tell a tale which i could not decipher.

Potato Mash

October 11, 2009


Honey-coated cashews stood next to her bedside table and her lampshade carried long-forgotten symbols that had last been seen during the first crusade. She was of mixed breeding which amounted to no breeding at all.

india times

September 25, 2009


I don’t do much travelling anymore. I lost the taste for it after 9/11 I think. Airplane scare me. Instead, I travel in my imagination. It helps when I get input from elsewhere like through the following note, which I found on the floor of a telephone cabin on Broad St, London, not far from […]

The Vessel

July 28, 2009


he suddenly knew how he'd paint the priest: standing in the door of the brothel with his shock of hair shooting off in all directions and the hair and the door frame talking to each other like intelligent earthworms, and the same hairy lines pursuing each other in all directions from the house across the sky

war child

July 18, 2009


When he disembarked and saw the vast crowd, his heart was moved with pity for them, for they were like sheep without a shepherd; and he began to teach them many things. Gospel, Mk 6:30-34 ONCE upon a time, fairy tales just happened and if you had walked up to an ordinary man or woman […]