We Try To Capture Time

We try to capture time in vases, in glasses and bottles of wine but it dries; in prose scattered across words, in notes and dimes, but it flies. We try to capture time, in the ice cubes that melt at the first touch of your palm, in the sugar inside the cheese cakes when we…

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On Days Like These

On days like these when the sand in the hourglass seems to be sliding faster than usual reminding you of how much of what remains to be done, let it not dishearten you, I tell myself, let is remind you of how far we’ve come. There are days like these when turning pages seem the…

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Space

If you were an artist and I was an object, what space would I occupy in your canvas? Would I be a fruit on the table or a shadow beneath? Or the painting inside the painting or the floor spread all across? Would you care to splash your paint and make space for me?

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