Madness of clouds

The water drops Are round as they fall, They sing of invisible things; Then comes the splash, The thud, the crash in the mud: Small quartz crystals scatter Impatient to become static. A maple leaf burns In the late September sun Brown at the edges And falls. The asphalt stretches solid, Rough and so grey […]

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funeral coffee

the kitchen is ever dark, and cold, and cave-like, and sombre. starting the fire, on gas or in the cooking range. the quiet determinism of those present in the house for the morning. the smell of sadness, the unspoken collectiveness of all people waiting. the setting-up of the pots, the pouring of water, the measuring […]

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exp +360

and again. for the past nights, i have been dreaming of losing her again. or not losing. it all is so confusing. my rational mind tells me- all that could have been lost, has been [lost], and there is nothing, nothing at all to be done about it. my body memory, morphic memory, tells me that something […]

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fourteen – persistence

at the end of the last film made by Tarkovsky, the sacrifice, there is a  little boy who carries water to a dead tree, because his father has told him a story about a dead tree coming to life if watered daily. now his father is gone, and the boy continues alone. and then he is resting […]

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neskaties

es atgriežos kaut kur starp nāvi un klusumu saulstaru rakstos bērzu spurdzes pārklājas rasas prizmām un dzilnīša srīi-srīi kā dimants griež ledus; tāds āliņģis starp toreiz un vienmēr; tāds elpas pārtraukums.

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