December 2016


Time shifts and slides sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes black, sometimes white, sometimes red Nine short months a howling wilderness in distance travelled, like a refugee, waiting for something to happen, a death or a birth Dark frontiers must be…

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The level of sound

I slip into sleep but the conversation continues The word that was in the beginning changes in my absence: to me it sounds the same, and the story unfolds The difference may be subtle or not: the level of sound…

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