Tag Archives: Jesus
Flying down to Rio Part III. A Beetle, Jesus and crabs
By the sink in my bathroom sits a small paper bag containing pills. Lomotil, they’re called. A gift from an American colleague’s wife. Thanks to them, I no longer need to visit the bathroom several times a night, every night. … Continue reading
Taboo? (I’m talking about Jesus)
Do you cringe when someone mentions Jesus in polite conversation? I’ll admit it – I do. Not because I want to, or choose to, but because – well – I don’t really know. It’s an unconscious reaction. I’ve never been … Continue reading
A cloud of unknowing. A cloud of forgetting. Where’s it all going to end?
I’ve woken up dazed. A concert arena popped up in my head overnight. The band’s last encore finished hours ago and the crowds have melted away, leaving fragments of tickets, bits of Malteser bags, beer-stains on the floor. It’s an … Continue reading
Small town, big lives
Snow has etched white lines into the wet, dark furrows in the fields. Spring is shivering underground, hiding under bark, cowering inside buds, slowed almost to a halt by the bitter winds from the east and the fallen, frozen flakes. … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 