“When people show you who they are, believe them.” ~Maya Angelou“Make me a drink strong enough
To wash away this dishwater world they said was lemonade.
Walk with me after the show
Maybe we can find a way through the minefield in the snow.”
~James Mercer, The Shins
OK, so this one is a bit cringey. It’s such an immature, gooey mess, that I never thought of publishing it…ever. I wrote this on a lazy, winter afternoon back in 2012 during my film school in Prague, when I met an extremely beautiful person, inside and outside, and had a brief but endearing friendship.
Years passed by. My writing changed, hopefully for betterment. This poem stayed buried in the cold dampness of my old notebook. However, as life would have it, I would meet her again, this time in early 2018 and things seemed to be much more resolute, much more concrete this time around. Since then I have written quite a lot for her and she loves them all.
Last year on Valentine’s Day I was with her and we watched LOVING VINCENT (biopic of our favorite artist) and then went on to dance the night away in…
Aafra calls from Hong Kong She sounds upbeat But in the following two hours of our video call I know she is gloomy as the downcast sky It is afternoon But the weather masquerades as late evening You can’t trust anything these days can you? She asks I wish I could lie I wish I was naive enough to shoo away her fears Instead I rile up some anger in her It works Or at least she plays along We glide through our shared past Brief yet momentous glories What we were once We take comfort in each others insignificance Lending shoulders from million miles away The video keeps breaking Lousy broadband Aafra cooes at my dog I wonder at her first world apartment Half of our lives are gone We are still waiting to live
Featured Artist: VICTOR RODRIGUEZ (acrylic on canvas)
Every love story is a ghost story Something always haunts somebody The dead haunt the living The living haunt the lovers The lovers haunt the dead Bodies lay on ice Beds tremble, pillows weep Red stilettos tiptoe in the kitchen Still new… only dusty Stale cookies, dry coffee stains Little balls of ache inside throats Gray pictures, grim smiles Words shatter like glass Sour kisses…stinging…choking Hallways bellow Shadows take shapes Ghosts mourn the living… Love stories are ghost stories Somebody always dies in them
Featured Artwork: STRANGE LOVE by Massimiliano Ligabue
Trivia: The phrase ‘every love story is a ghost story’ is not mine. It was mentioned by David Foster Wallace in his writings and letters, but he maintained that the phrase was not his. He attributed the phrase to Virginia Woolf, that it was introduced to him by the writer Richard Elman in a lecture. But the phrase does…
“Make me a drink strong enough
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 