Monthly Archives: July 2011

#11: veiled in the skies

she stares, blinking. urgh, she sighs, ducking into a nearby café. it is almost ten at night, a good-enough time for them to be closing soon. she approaches the counter, a grateful smile. a latte, please. sure, mademoiselle. the man … Continue reading

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#10: pictures at an exhibition

was he in love when he wrote his seventh? perhaps he was. perhaps he found his reason of being in the theme that carries ever so gently on the flute, as the softness of the strings cocoons the fragile formation, … Continue reading

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#9: lost in translation

fearing for his life, he writes worshipful symphonies, setting trumpets to joyous fanfare celebrating the great and amazing things that this government has done for its people. his wife sits by his side, playing out the melodic line mournfully on … Continue reading

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