between footfalls, in a caught breath? What tic or tick of rhetoric makes the ground so unsolid wherever we are told we must mind the gap?
Category: epigrams and conundrums
Threat levels us:
targets of surveillance, casualties of public sector cuts, persons of interest to advertisers and politicians.
Immersed in a language you don’t understand,
you become even more attuned to the music of speech and the dark magic of writing.
A dream is like a small animal that disappears when you chase it
but will come back if you offer it food.
Unlettered in death,
we are immune to even the most appalling cliches.
It staggers me
to think that I owe my existence to the most athletic among a crowd of sperm cells.
