My Death
My death waits like a maid at night, At the swinging of the scythe, To gather up the time that passes. My death waits just like a princess At the funeral of my youthfulness, To remind me that time passes. My death waits like Maleficent, On the day that we wed, To...
Homesick for Another World
A Dark and Winding RoadAround nine o’clock, I pulled my sleeping bag out and unrolled it on the bed which was covered in old blankets and dust and mouse poop, and slept with no trouble at all. In the morning I guzzled a litre of mineral water and drove on the dark and...
Flowers for Algernon
“I have a right to know everything that pertains to the experiment, and that includes my future.” “No reason why you shouldn’t know.” He paused and lit an already lit cigarette. “You understand, of course, that from the beginning we...