She was waiting on a bench for something to happen when the bird fell in her lap a dove, fluttering for air, its wings waving hello or goodbye she could not tell. She looked up at the wires: no bird on the wires, no branches in sight, no cloud in the sky. She touched it … Continue reading Feathers Falling
What are we to do about those who don't know what to do with themselves? Do we lock them in an office and feed them stacks of paper? Do we tie them to an anchor and throw them into the Baltic sea to cheer up the prawns? Do we let them keep on doing nothing … Continue reading Water Leaf
It happens sometimes, to be close to someone far in the last row at the cinema an armrest away from everything or nothing at all, silently unsaying what you cannot say, hoping against hope something of hers would drop so you could pick it up or at least for her hair to come undone (when … Continue reading close & far
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