a cat in controlled fury:
cold green eyes, unblinking
tail in precise motion,
she bides her time
waiting, watching –
swish swash.
Like a true Dutchie, B wants to ensure full “paisa-vasool” (loosely translated as best value for money) of his museum year card. So we plan a few museum visits towards the end of the year. Van Gogh Museum is always one of my favorites. This time, there were two special things at the museum: a…
the petrified millipede millipede, O millipede!look at his tiny little feetwhere do they take him?don’t ask – he’ll freeze! i have not a shoe,i have not a souli’ll walk beside you where you gojust don’t ask me how that is so. question him and he will curlinto a little foetal whorlit’s best to let his…
november rain, a little delayed,falls gently, not in searing drops of ice shrouded in my red poncho i bike alongmy usual route takes me through streetsof soggy fallen leaves,once bright in autumn hues,now a uniform, nondescript brown the rain drums a rhythm on my poncho,drenching my hands as they hold the handlebars;my feet pedal a…
I rustle along among the leaves,Trying to hide from youConfused – should I hide,Or should I let you see my thoughts?I am the snake with two minds,With no place to hide….
Woke up high and happy today. After what seems like a long time, my dream took me to that ocean – cove to be exact – once again… To get there, there were a lot of unnecessary logistics in excruciating detail (yes, inside the dream!), which I will not record here. But there I am,…
In a maze of colours
