Monday, 30 July 2012

N




Every afternoon we sit on the pavement. The sun sears the skin. We wait. She never comes

Monday, 23 July 2012

B





We love our brother, but we have not seen him in twenty years. He ran away a Saturday morning. 
Daddy said he went to the army. 

Mum just went whistling as usual.


We love our brother, but we have not seen him in twenty years.  He ran away a Saturday morning.
Daddy said he did not know.

Mum just went whistling as usual


We love our brother, but we have not seen him in twenty years.
 He ran away a Saturday morning. 
 Daddy does not speak. 

 Mum just went whistling as usual.


Monday, 16 July 2012

l





 



The sea appears on the window. Lying down on the bed, he let his eyes wander around the sea. He summons dawn the birds the sand. The window wavers, he sighs. Silence is his only mood. He knows his every utterance is recorded, every step registered. They follow him day and night.

Monday, 9 July 2012

W





She comes from faraway she said she used to eat the rotten skin of potatoes she found in the garbages of the town. The war had finished, she was free and wandered across the continents. She came to our small village and sometimes talked to us.


Monday, 2 July 2012

n




A night in the town, we stroll and murmur, the neighbourhood twitch behind the curtains, we stroll, they speak behind our backs and smile, they know no sin, they do not make choices, they do not breathe, they do not care, they laugh and smile behind our back. We survived the thirst, nothing ever matters.

Monday, 25 June 2012

do you?






Do you think we have time? The rain stopped a few years ago. The wars started between small villages, the drought advanced, overstayed, prayed upon the minds we killed we robbed we destroyed nothing stopped our thirst. We were the maelstrom. Across the land, they knew our name. They flew before we entered their  houses. We were almighty, we were thirsty, always thirsty.

Monday, 18 June 2012

Wallpaper




Wallpaper of Generals marching through the city. One, two, three and one more time. The Wallpaper of Generals does the rounds, the city under a red mist. The inhabitants close their windows and pray inside.