This is how he does it

My ingenious Kat getting out through the kitchen window. I probably have to secure my computer and other electronic things before he secretly takes them over. Advertisements

trivia

behind the sunglasses you wore your tired eyes; reflections of sparrows mated vehemently across the space of fresh minted sunshine. the wetly-thawed earth was fragrant with emerald moss. starlings chirped darkly, looking for morning worms under the din of the city. i saw you sitting alone, at a crowded bus-stop. the traffic went by unrestrained…

when the sun shines long enough (a limp allegory)

when the sunlight comes into my room, and i, too, am at home, i see cobwebs in the normally dark places. some are ornamental. some are dirt. ultimately even the originally ornamental cobwebs turn to dirt. who’s to blame for that? the spiders, who have laboriously woven their little webs to catch whatever insects happen…

the ultimate test*

death is the ultimate test – it is irreversible, a one-way-only gate, a membrane that filters you out and then returns to its stillness. death is both never and near, certain and so unknown that those who live the illusion of total control spend their days in fear. the ultimate test, where the win or the…

little grey birds build their nest in the arch of a church window

from where i sit, through the sunlit stain-glass, you are shadows flitting up and sideways against the light, building a continuation to things i barely understand. from the outside, i cannot reach skywards enough, so deep etched in the eaves is your work. little sounds, chirping, dollops of mud and what liquid you find to…

breathlessly follow

in a world of duplicity, the cherry blossoms flutter like something unearthly, we stop, and watch the silent destruction, all in pinks and whites, and greens of the grass that will commemorate our oblivion.

understatement

so there are those three philologists and one teacher sitting and eating something…let’s say, soup. the first philologist finds the soup over-salted and says: “this is a little salty, don’t you think.” the second philologist agrees to the first and says: “you are a queen of understatement.” the third philologist adds: “yeah, she has her moments.” there…

six – the colour white

white reflects all light. so the thought of purity and so on is a little far-fetched, yet many still adhere to it. white does not allow anything too close to contaminate it. it is the colour of aloofness. and yet – when the white snow covers the mud and the little (and the gross) indiscretions…

layered non-sleep with elements of transcendence

the scarce clouds obscuring the moon bleed the finest grade snow. and the sleepless eye watches diamond dust settle over a nightly world of asphalt, brick and fallen leaves. the golden and the white become confused, and the silvery light cuts wide shafts against the rising mist; the dead walk through the present, carrying their…

when i look out of the corner of my window

there is the apple-tree. full in her burden of apples. there are two spruces, all untamed and aiming at heaven. there are the little birds singing ultrasound in the apple-tree. and there are trams and too many cars, like a neverending river, roaring beneath and above all that. i am sad for the apple-tree, for…

the cicada and god

the cicada does not care about the years down underground for those three months of play and an exit, and another world, creation and death – all in one. his song transcends his night and day, weather and sunshine alike, spicing up the moments before all will be covered in browns and reds, and cold…

on the flying spaghetti monster* side

this is a counterweight to the monstrous beginning of this day. if god were a control freak, he’d go insane from the insanity of the things under-evolved humanity is capable of. i will treasure my free will at all times, and thank god i have it. *those who are interested in the FSM idea, click…

last night

last night i was listening to the maple trees outside my window how they created a multicolour susurrus in the dark discussing the latest fashion of the stars and the music of birds of flight as the moon peeked cautiously over the margin of the treeline, hidden by the blocks of flats.

rusty

one more of those things. probably sb really likes this cat, regardless of its temper, behaviour, size and other features.

grumpy old lizard listens to news about consumer rights

accidentally (ok ok, because it is my custom) i listened to the news on the radio; and one of the items was about the consumer rights protection agency starting a campaign against publishing houses. the reason? the publishers cannot name (because they do not know) the ingredients of books for children (like what paper, what…

broken strings

the strings that tie us into the heart of the divine. what happens if one tries the independence as in “no strings attached”? Posted by Wordmobi

things do diminish

in size, importance, whatever. yesterday my bro was so drunk he did not notice he had cut off part of his finger, and lost it. like, really lost it. on the ground. all the kitchen was full of blood. he refused to keep the bandage on for long enough for the bleeding to stop. i…

moon

moon in my bed. and i must say again, either her or me. so…her, probaly. whatever is left of me, crawls in a miserable ball out of the reach of the moon, and listens to the little ginger kitten rioting in the corridor. after tomorrow, i will go to see my mother. if the roads…

into the sunset

šon saruna skaipā. piedalās trīs dažādu gada gājumu cilvēki. =================================== s.b.: man sāk nepaatikt politika un tiesības a.z. Kā priekšmets, vai kā mūsu valstī? 🙂 s.b.: tieši kā mūsu valstī a.z. Nu, tad jārīkojas, jāmeklē līdzīgi domājošie, jāformulē, kas nepatīk un kā to novērst un jāizmanto savas tiesības ietekmēt politiku s.b.: nu jā..bet tāpatās tas…

do it twice, and you’ll wake it

from a student’s essay: a person who wants to kill an Upyr must very carefully stroke him only once, as the second stroke will awake the Upyr back to life. this explains a lot. like why vampires are so rare. or how come they are so sex-crazy. the question this leaves, though, is – what…

white

the first thing i noticed was this. the world was monochrome. the second thing i noticed was-were- the crows, sitting in the white trees like so many inquisitors, like a bunch of hooded bandits circling in on someone. when i opened my window, they left. judging by the aggregation of student works, winter is here.