Thursday, 23 January 2014


Her job is meaningless and she does not have the strength to lurch to another one. She flops on the sofa, entangles her thoughts, watches one film or another, cavorts with the notion of another life, swtiches the tv off and goes to sleep.



Tuesday, 21 January 2014


Fog, cold, a coat, gloves, walks apace, the bench empty, she sits down for a while, then gets up, curses, and arrives for work.

Saturday, 11 January 2014



Light scarce, horizon undermined, the gloom settles: a fair assesment of her life.


Saturday, 4 January 2014


Exhale. The air alive, fireflys. She reaches the window, the panes translucid, but they are not there anymore.



Thursday, 2 January 2014


They can sniff your foreignness, you don’t need to open your mouth, they know. They sneer and you know you are a frog from another pond never quite here. She goes out only at night, when the shadows merge the living with the dead.