'Mr. Borovski!' Alfredo called out in a weak voice, squinting up at the window. Yet another day of futile pilgrimage to the familiar dark buildings of the publishers. Dust now clung all over his shoes, and sweat to his weary skin. Nothing had turned up. All the publishers had rejected his stories outright, a glance …
Category: My Literary Column
Too Short a Time
It's too short a time To figure out what's going on Lie awake in my sodium touched nights And wonder why I am where I am, who I am and why I am not otherwise. It's too short a time To both live and know what life is To both be in pain and have …
Bound
I heard the news they've found the area of my life, it's circumference too. It's measurably bound, they say and my experiences countably finite. My legs are tired and my breath is in gasps, I'm still running running from the proof.
clouds
all these lonely thoughts of mine like quite friendless clouds shall float over your cities and bring dark rain to dreamy foothills long after i’m gone.
Whispers
When you are in an empty room for some time, you may hear whispers. There’s a fully sound-proofed room at the annexe of the International Bureau of Weights and Measures in France. It’s used for measuring and calibrating units of sound intensity and frequency. The decibel was first set in that office, and so was …
One Life 