Tag Archives: 2002

Light No Longer Reaches My Window

Curtains cannot keep out the weight of concrete pressing in. Light no longer reaches my window. The city piles over me. My skin turns yellow and thick dust gathers on the doorstep. Streets are filled with dogs. As much as … Continue reading

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Exercise 1 – Seen through a window

It was my first time. The instruction manual said that I was dealing with a science not an art – and that I shouldn’t open the lid. While the dough is kneading I feed the cat. She’s uneasy because of … Continue reading

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