Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Tammi


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Laísa e Filipi


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The Dream


I dreamed that you had ceased to love me—
not that you had come from other beds
back to mine, or gone from mine to others,
just that something in your heart had stopped.

I willed myself awake to find you still
beside me. It was just a dream, I thought,
yet when I turned to kiss you, in your eyes
I saw that you had ceased to love me.

I willed myself awake a second time
to find myself alone, as I have been
these many months, but did not know if it
was terror or relief I felt, and whether

dreams unfold the past or make the future
plain. I dreamed that you had ceased to love me,
and know when I see nothing in your eyes
I can't dream myself awake a third time.


David Solway

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Lonely Nights at Home with a Bottle of Brandy

Slamming down this bottle of Brandy I reflect on my life. The passage of time that sails away faster than the time it takes me to think about it. The way the sunlight hits her face while she's sleeping. I take another shot. The pain the burns within this shell of a man has been lit below for far to long. The pressure has been building for some time now & at this point the liquor can no longer numb the pain that plagues my ever move & thought. To just let go for one moment & breath the smoke filled air after putting 13 rounds of ammunition into her face. I sit back & smile.

Monday, January 11, 2010