That was my dearest, the old man behind us says mumbling into his golden colored sweating glass. On the stone floor between us, lizards are copulating and biting jealously at each others’ necks. It’s probably maybe a metaphor for life. Worst airport I ever flown into, the old man continues his tale of drinking woe. …
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from “Newsweek“, 28th January 1985 Prisoner in Shanghai by David Lehman, with Donna Foote in Shepperton, England Stint not on the superlatives: “Empire of the Sun” belongs on anyone’s short list of outstanding novels inspired by the second world war. J. G. Ballard’s “eyewitness account” of life in a Japanese prison camp somehow combines the…
From the mundane To the profound you Approach everything With style. Those who Know your name can Attest to this fun fact. Though branches may Be broken and scars Show their tracks. Ways To hide the fine cracks You’ve come to master Even though you fight Depression behind bars Of your laughter and wit, Which…
The magnificent Bosphorus smiled at me cheerfully And the dazzling Kiz Külesi stood in the middle of it profoundly Beyond it, the majestic Topkapi palace allured me in enchantment Subsiding all my devastation and resentment While strolling around, a spellbinding building captivated my attention I found out Sultanahmet Camii was its name The manifestation of…
If the road is deserted and you see a cat ambling across, will it have one or nine lives? If the weather-beaten flower dies, is it reborn? And when dousing passions I write a poem, will it get printed or forgotten? In myriad dreams, how do we interpret? Dreams a waking call, cats do not…
Old Nellie and the Big Spiders After 4 July how quickly summer goes until Toward the end the big spiders come whom I love but more than love respect them for The web astonishments they each night build. Sure, I’d like to get a new wristwatch but How would my well-loved Timex feel as…
