One day, digging up the forest floor, They will stumble upon something white. Something hard to identify, even to tell apart From the peat moss and mycelium, something Brittle and crumbling, even delicate To the exploring fingers. It will stain whatever it touches, So they will not forget The strange encounter. Today, though, it is […]Read More archaeology
my memories. of her last days. my body remembers uncontrollably. these are my possessions, my riches, my hoard: my pain and my love for her. i wish i had found the courage to tell her, to verbalise my love and care, to make them known with words also. the unsaid festers and burns, and can be disposed […]Read More possessive modality
on the borders of sleep, between what is and what will never be, or maybe, between what was and what only seemed, she steps in. grey, and a little bent over her walking stick, she hovers at the margins of perception, and i know her, always have known. she is my mother. or what i […]Read More multilevel forgetfulness
even when death is but passing, it towers and looms over the traveller home; the things important on the linear path get brushed under the quiet rock, the immense carpet made by transcendent hands; death is but passing – you know it, and i, and yet we stayRead More comparatively
mīļo vecenīt, man iet labi. tikai nesanāk piezvanīt, jo iekšā kaut kas klab. tas par “zingeru” – laikam diegs pārāk nospriegots, vai arī kaut kas uz ass tur aiz kuģīša. tev vienmēr aizņemts, ar ko tu visu laiku runā? attaisīju vaļā, bet nekā, augšējais tāpat met cilpas;Read More vēstule mātei*. ar šujmašīnas elementiem.