Monday 24 September 2012

Village





The war decimated the village. There are only old women and children, and a few men too sick to do anything.

Monday 17 September 2012

T








We disappear at the bottom of the garden. The tree wall protects us from the sun. We whisper and stay forever. They came and look thorugh the house. They took the maid with them.
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 Our sister, clothed in black, motionles in her chair, took too many pills. Mother said it was just one of those things. Father that the maid went through his papers and needed a fright. Our sister tears roll.

Monday 10 September 2012

D






I dream in languages I don't know
I desire the breeze of faraway places
I sit under the mango tree singing of foreign soils

Blind to the sun
Scattered

I dream

Monday 3 September 2012

H





Our bones rattle and the heart is heavy
We wait for her, we need her music
From time to time the breeze lightens
We think we can hear her breathing behind us
Hope just hope