Monthly Archives: August 2009

Sunshine

. Are you my sunshine, on which an opiate resembling do I thrive and dedicate my life? Or do we both glimmer dimly together, till our courtship a lightstorm begets and we are Apollo himself? I move in closer and wrap myself around you and the answer don’t matter. We are Apollo and you are

Fragile II

. I We make strange bedfellows. These are monsoon daydreams as we snuggle closer under the blankets, the pillows like firmaments of fortresses and we close ourselves from all the racket. The noise the city the traffic the sirens. Someone high and mighty is passing by again in his stained glass limousine escorted by patrolmen

The Lady of Bath

. History This city has no history. There are no stories attached to it. We know it’s called Bath, this city, this former town that sprawled into its current form, but like an unnamed species, we do not know this animal either. Do people come here, or do people leave? Do they have a choice?