The Red

The noiseless train was rushing up the helix. Frenetic switchmen whistling after us. A day? A century, us, waiting with our eyes fixed For rays of sun to be no more. And thus, We left the train precisely at the station Where Pan was teaching nights the art of dark,...

Us

Like the kindest look of a child (All the more wonderful since he’s not yours), So generous could my heart be, So could it sing to your tapping. The higher you are, the lower I fall. The more transparent your wing, The darker the night’s chill, The further the...

Heat

She’s on the hunt for heat. With a candle in her hand she checks out every bonfire, every beacon out there, and every sign. She reluctantly tries on skewers, but none fits. Give her a piece of coal, and she’ll start doodling little figures: “Like this. To ashes” No...

Password

Confined within my keeper’s will. I’m under his password. He is my darling warlock. His torrid eyes are black as coals. His shadow touches the ninth step on a stairway. And in his chest I hear the thunder rumble. Listen to his incantations. They are the music, the...

Silence And Breeze

Splashing water, and silence, and breeze. Two countries half-erased. I’m alone. See, that pall crawling to the shores will soon turn the city into a milky-gray turbid mass. Not spying at all, a dragonfly will fly up to explore me. I’ll close my eyes – And from...

A Question

I was thinking … we rather don’t cry because of people, or because of situations that we have complicated beyond the necessary. We cry because of the ghosts from our own nights, from those forgotten, terrible, unforgiven dreams. We cry in anticipation and in...