Ode to Jerome
O Jerome! O Jerome! Where are you now Jerome! You once grew up amidst your peers your friends your foes, amidst the sneers they sneered...
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Le matin elle se lève. Ce vent revenu. Seule elle retrouve sa place. Ráno stáva. Táto zima. Rieka bez konca. War of her fathers. She finds.
Peace in the Afternoon
Tired, indeed. Of what? Nothing. Nothing? Nothing. Summer so dry and friendless useless drink and cigarettes So tired, no, disinterested...
Tightening Acts
Language lives it grows cuts corners, becomes more understood Ah! the intellectuals bemoan research, years in the library, committed to...
Blue Note
Office life could be stable and reassuring, most of all offices were predictable and investors appreciated predictability. In the morning...
Príležitosti a príležitosti
(dostal) Nepozeraj sa, ked' odchádzam som ti dnes ráno povedal Ako sa časi menia, ne? Nezatváraj dvere, to byvalo Teraz len chcem aby sa...
And Nothing was Ever the Same Again
A man in a burgundy bathrobe leans over from his armchair. He saw something. The television is blaring, a show he isn't paying attention...
Farby (In the Trench)
Flowers, the opportunity to see different things, are that which is truly breathtaking. Buzzing from one to the next.
Else
Nowhere to go, so the running stops, but what does one do when running is all they've done, start over i guess what else in the dead end...
Slová a sny pri rieke
Pamätáš si, keď si kreslil Tvoje sny Otec noc prichádza Čo budeš snívať na druhej strane Alebo budem tam ja čakať? Starý kamarát ktorý...
As life wears off one learns.
So much in this life consists in wonderfully beautiful things that convey by just beyond your reach.
Marginal
When they dig up archeological sites they search for clues How is it these guys died This is how they lived. I can tell you how many...
more piled on
A Voice in the Dark My name is Eduardo Freund. I am proud of this name. I am of mixed origin, as you can tell: but I am white. If we are...
On the Way
Loretta was doing nothing on a lazy Friday morning. If tonight is this dead that will be the last straw, she mumbled to herself. Little...
A pick-me-up
just speak said he and he was right an awful man, boisterous loud-drunk lonely - malice in his eyes his heart longed for poetry just...