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Archive for November, 2013

this is my voice

published on: 29.11.2013 in: All entries

The young waitress had a high-pitched, squeaky, voice. The effort it cost her to speak was visible, her neck muscles were strained, the tendons pushed outwards. I watched her as she described in full what ingredients went into the soup. She did so without hesitation. Someone at the other table asked, with a smile in […]


this naked world

published on: 23.11.2013 in: All entries

As I handed my jacket to the lady at the coat-check, I suddenly felt sure I was naked. A chill passed over my hips. Had I forgotten to get dressed? I checked and noticed my skirt. I checked again, just in case. By then, other people were looking at my skirt too. And so I […]


not that it came as a relief

published on: 08.11.2013 in: All entries

I threw up this morning. I never throw up. I had gagged on the false image of love that had filled me with greed and desire and still circled in my system seeking escape. Not that throwing up came as a relief. It hurt. Last night I watched a pianist play. I closed my eyes […]