Archive for the ‘Sofiya’ Category

Is it a dream, a memory,

or a premonition?

There’s a tap at the door

(more so a hatch).

You grope in the darkness,

find the latch and open.

The flashlight shines in,

blinds you.

Yes, there is light,

but does it help you see?





I eat the jar of fine French pâté,

fully and completely,

decadent but necessary.

Depleted, I need energy.

I savor every bite.

I consider the best before date,

3 years hence,

and think of the Armageddon bunker

I theoretically may be stocking:

yes, Terrine de Caille,

avec Raisins.

Functional finery.

Yes, to life and taste, in all settings.





Small word,

big meaning.

If only…

Implications immense,

future, past,





Routines are easy,

routines are hard,

imply discipline

(and cloaked petard!)

… Trash day,

Broken Soul Prospekt.




Imitation, they say,

is the sincerest form of flattery.

Well then, family

is the sincerest form of battery.

And “friends”?

Always wanting more

(cock-sucking whores!)…

Life, open page,

Quiet and deafening rage.




Yes, things suck, I quite agree,

but it’s hard to imagine it being




So, let me be…

In relative peace

and comparative security.






They consulted their paperwork,

the list,

so as to speak.


They came for me,

because I was

one of us,


it was enough.




The Nuclear Scientists

are Nihilists.

… Compromised,

corralled by governments and strategists,

they wanna blow off some steam.

… Everyone has their limits.




She left me with attractive words,

the promise of peace and beautiful life…

Little did I know they would be her last words (to me),

and I would fall from orbit, so tumultuously.

My mother, my sister, my me,

bonne nuit…





Post-book libraries.

Post-truth societies…

Fragmented relationships with ourselves and others,

hollow, virtual realities.