Sometimes I wish life had a better score than just the foleys. It could be that I care so much about the music because I have a precarious influence over the script and the direction seems, to say the least, uncertain, and yet, continue reading
Tag: silence
By the way
We are going to die. Yes, and we will die in a well-covered silence that changes nothing—see visitors’ beds, which count the strenuous hours of uneventful sleep with the precision of borrowed time—a performance reluctantly paid in advance continue reading
The importance of being a fool
I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine, I promise. It’s just that I can no longer remember what it’s like to gently brush my fingers over that brief moment of silence in anticipation, which, like any attempt to hold on to a long bygone present, continue reading
A silent answer
Why am I still jealous of my old flatmate? We parted long ago. I moved to town with my dusty desk and overloaded bookshelves. She stayed in the suburbs, with her windowsills full of flowerpots continue reading
My deathbed bride
When I close my eyes, will they shine once you trade my touch piece for the waterway toll? You know, there is no room for us both, continue reading
Nothing left but small talk
When there is nothing left but small talk, like a sip of water, the silence goes smoothly along with a bag of scorned books and a bundle continue reading
Nothing but silence
His greatest ambition had always been to be uneven, somewhat passé in every step he took, as he denied himself too much sense ... continue reading
You were carrying the cup
The poet came to the conclusion that he lacked a good biography. He was not a war hero, not even a child of war. ... continue reading
Always trying
He had always wanted to be able to play the piano or the violin, for that matter, but at this point, Mr. Nothing, although reluctantly, admitted that he could actually be ... continue reading
all is calm, all is bright
a homeless couple hidden from the rain under the mercat cross play carols on flutes to remind strangers what a decent life is, ... continue reading
the moment before i get up
it is five in the morning and my maltese friend just woke me up to let me know how much he appreciates my stanzas. i am cold. the temperature dropped below zero, so i moved my mattress ... continue reading
simply fortuitous
i try to understand her whisper through the sound of the violin, while someone in the background ... continue reading
it is just a rhyme, is it not?
the old adage says that a picture is worth a thousand words, and it is hard to argue with that ... continue reading
the paths of glory
i am nothing but a link in the reproduction chain, and still a snob reading elegy ... continue reading
the confession of a liar
listening to the silence of the wise man in the agora trying to convince me that i write to leave behind a shadow of my ... continue reading
hidden pilcrow 