(marginalia vitae)
As the cherries blossomAnd the apple trees,And the nightingale unsleeps,The chatter of gulls grows more earlyAnd the cats yowl higher in branches,My heart wondersWhere you’ve goneWhyThe bitter fragrance of the bird-cherries Brings me cold,Unbreakable from my memory,And why I longFor the black, tart berriesTo put in my sourdough bread.I disagree with the blackbirdWhen he announces […]
Read More AstringentDear Mother, When you were alive, you had a flare for languages. So I hope you now know all of them and can read this. In the language of my heart. The thing is, I miss you. I am not good at talking about this, just like you were, so we are the same here, […]
Read More Just about now in the yearthe leaves gone brown outside under the trees, you called the supine moon a cheese-boat floating in berry-blue sky, target unknown full of reflected light, almost edible; that time i was a dragon meltingly-hot, and hungry for flight wide-winged and silver; your boat challenged me, it looked tasty; by your word i soared high, a […]
Read More Tentwo years ago, there were 6 pigeons, maybe fewer even, flying in and out of the yard. normal pigeons, powder-blue, mad-eyed, pretending to be the navel of the world. there were two crows too. and 17 cats, most of them ferals. and of course, there were the herring gulls and all sorts of other white […]
Read More threeThe readings First, the desert. The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the desert shall rejoice and blossom.Dry: lonely, forlorn, ultimately dead.Very little wants to live there. Very little actually can.Desert gives either deepest roots, or no roots at all; things stay and survive forever, or they learn to adapt speedily.Like the crocus, […]
Read More Beloved, show me the wayHe was in the world, and the world came into being through him; yet the world did not know him. He came to what was his own, and his own people did not accept him. But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God, who […]
Read More of gods and catsthe red blotch on the asphalt was not. could not be. red. more of the grey. grainy and rough, like a dead puddle. the road-marks kept silence and shone in the dark till the cars all left and their headlights with them. in the dark, all red is black. what will remain when/as the liquid […]
Read More headlightsToday he would have been 36. Three dozen years on this earth, under this sun. Who knows how life would have turned out, what his story would have been. We, who loved him, still do, I’m sure of it. We measure the time by his death: before he died, the year he died, after he […]
Read More june 3, 2019Her head is white, sticking Out of the green and the grey; She stands tall, all hollow, All proud till All is ready, all set — And now she waits. Summer is coming, its winds Will dry the world, carry Her children to places She will never go, beyond The reach of the sight or […]
Read More dandelionA blackbird, his wife and a pair of bewildered sparrows Look up from the ground — Thunder is coming. Rainworms are reckless, Leaving their safe darkness to look with sightless eyes upon stormlight. And so they leave, Half a rainworm each, to shut little yellow yelling mouths to make more of their own kind, In […]
Read More stormlightI was greeted by starlings, Shrilly flapping about, And laburnums, golden and poisonous, And some wind, mild… Chestnuts readied their buds Against the rowans across the street, Poised to burst any moment And fill the sunshine with glee; I was greeted by seagulls, Alabaster shapes glued to the sky, As the earth kept turning away […]
Read More greetingsvējš parauj smiltis un pērnās lapas un kūlas stiebrus vecos kapos un kopto pagalmu kaktos, kur kaķi, vārnas un lustīgi sīļi svin pavasari starp gandrīz dīgstošām zīlēm, snieg- pulkstenēm un dažiem purpura krokusiem puspavērtiem. virpuļo sīkumi, skaidas saskaitās pulkos, pārlec žogiem, dzīviem un stiepļu rombiņos sapītiem, vīnogu- lāju noklātām zvirbuļu laktām, aizšvīkst līdz strazdu amata […]
Read More ko vairs atceros*green, black, round, fragrant, sweet — unattached, ready to roll. between your fingers, almost bursting — thin skin, juicy, small. pick them up one by one, lift — firmly, not letting go. they will obey, each one in its place — collapse in agony, bleed. onto your tongue, simple sugars, sap — nutrients you need. […]
Read More contestPale green, then orange Flash upon black. Something white flutters — The ground is touched. The ground trembles Ever so slightly, to open The eyes of tulip-tubers And daffodils, snowdrops And those little seeds forgotten By sparrows and the occasional squirrel. Orange is not true, only Grown under a glass roof In a micro-world, attended […]
Read More Pale green and orangeThe Latvian National Opera strikes again. Opera consists of so many things. The getting-to. The Audience. The Dark Silence whilst the orchestra plays the overture. This time someone had taken the audience in consideration and showed little Roman numbers of the actual Acts of the play up front so people could follow the major themes […]
Read More Thoughts on ‘The Flying Dutchman’ as Sung in the LNO on 30 September 2018Darkness, politics and religion unite to deliver a mushy picture. Upside: The filming locations are fabulous. Gorgeous even. The Dragon Queen and lady Sansa start developing into some notable characters. The dwarf Lannister pays his debts, or many of them. Finally, we get rid of prince Joffrey, whose thoughtless violence and evil for the sake […]
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