Random stuff, reflections on the meaning of life and death, humour, self-deprecation, a bit of bad poetry.
In my dream
a small child plays peek-a-boo in a crib
under the broad leaves of a banana tree
she reaches for the handsome young man
who is laughing - white teeth under a flower
I am there too
suspended in this photograph of my grief
alone without memory of her
suffocating like breath pressed to heart.