‘I’m going away.’ This text reached seven people within a few minutes of half past two in the night of the last Tuesday of September, 1999. All of them had been sent simultaneously from a cell phone number that switched off two minutes later. With that, Edward commenced the process of witnessing his own death. …
Category: My Literary Column
This time
This time there will be no poetry No songs, no tearful prose No floating into thoughtscape as I stare at the tiny lights that play across the walls of my dark room. No, this time will be dry. Functional, minimal, standard. Only the necessary detachment procedures as I relish the realization of having got …
Astro Boy
Tell me, astro boy What does it feel like to have no friends To sit alone like this Under your great starry sky Before your glowing door Tell me while I am here Everything around, it’s lit by starlight now, beautiful And sad beyond words, there’s death in this light A clinging on through …
The Death of a Dirty Little Sewer Rat
There was a dirty little rat that fell down a sewer pipe once. This happened because it was a sewer rat. In the beginning the pipe was wide and it fell straight down. Then it bent into a horizontal bit. The rat couldn’t climb back up, so it kept crawling on its dirty little feet …
Rebuild
Again, as ever, in the desolate desert of mine, dry and quiet since the last rain that I falter to remember under a lost sky I start to rebuild. So tall my arches and towers rise to dizzying heights where the sun can glisten off every brick, so perfect I take a step …
One Life 