Posts Tagged ‘mystery’
Have you ever wondered why a person might wrap her body around with so many stories and excuses and mythologies, when all the fears and secrets she has are perfectly ordinary, perfectly visible anyway?
What are the stories that, if a person does not know them, the person does not know you? Are they stories from your own life, fictional stories, or other?
The first time I saw you, you were tossing origami flowers, doves, cranes and boats from your bedroom window. The alley between our apartments used to be a canal—the Austrians, during their rule here, paved it over. So once, the tides and the winds would have carried your creations away, like the galleys that once [...]
For just this night, I want us to forget the facts we know. I want the night to widen, leave sleeping those who sleep, but stretch out an extra hour on our clock, from twelve to thirteen, the space for living dreams, for accelerated experiencing, for that phenomenon of the brain that sometimes seems to [...]
I don’t know who you are, but I have seen the notes you hide. The first of those I’ve read I found stuffed between the rubber and the window of a city bus. I saw that it was a page torn from a larger work, and when I looked into the matter, I discovered that [...]
In quiet rooms with no one else our secrets are the loudest. Do you have secret plans for anyone you know?
I have attached love notes to helium balloons, sent them into the sky. Folded into paper airplanes, they will find their way somewhere. I am a realist, and I know the messages will not carry the weight of their burst carriers. But where they land, it will at least look like they did. Too many [...]