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Fractured and Incomplete.
I. Low. A silence surrounding a silence within; impenetrable, echoes fall dead, like a rain of musical notes or tears. Each one falls dull, soundless, empty collected in pools, ripples expanding to tomorrow. The day's light and warmth; wanting to scratch out the sun:......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-09 20:30:45 | Rating:

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Scars.
The hotel bar swirls and vibrates with the activity of the late-night cocktail crowd as I enter. The smell of perfume, alcohol and sweat permeates the air. I slip in, a tall, thin, unassuming shadow among the over-eager revelers; I find a vacant stool at the corner of the bar. Tiny halogen......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-21 13:32:43 | Rating:

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Dream.
In dreams we are powerless to protect ourselves. In dreams, there is sometimes only fear. In my dream, I am standing in my bedroom in front of the door which stands open slightly. The room is illuminated in the pale grey light of a waning moon. The mirrored closet doors cast back......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-21 21:16:29 | Rating:

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Passion.
It started out innocently enough; it finished quite differently. I awake in the early hours of a June morning as the first light of the new day begins to peak through the closed blinds. My legs are entwined in crisp, perfumed sheets. Her back is pressed against my chest and my arm is......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-22 23:23:52 | Rating:

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Ships.
“Like two ships that pass in the night…”; a metaphor for loss. I have seen ships pass in the night. In summer, the ferry crossing from Porto Torres on the island of Sardegna to the port city of Genoa in northern Italy is crowded and boisterous. The ship is......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-23 14:38:29 | Rating:

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The Traveller's Tale
May the Lord God and His Son and Our Saviour Iesu Cristo watch over and protect all who dwell in this house. Amen. I was born in Buda-Pest but have lived all of my life in a nearby town called Unterkiefer, because it is part of the lower defences of our glorious cities. I was educated by......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-26 23:35:34 | Rating:

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Anger.
I feel it on me and within me; a beast that threatens to wrestle control from my mind and body, rampaging and destroying until nothing is left but an emotional whimper and physical exhaustion. It's desire knows no limit; it is a needful thing. It wants to lash out and grasp throats,......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-29 20:38:22 | Rating:

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Elevator.
The building lobby is dim and silent as the old clock on the wall by the elevator door clicks away the last seconds of the day and then, low and sombre, begins to chime midnight. One, two... I press the knob again impatiently to call the elevator and my eye trails absently, unseeing, over......Read More