Je suis un violoncelle
Je vous présente ma celloïdine
posted on Nov. 02, 2009
The fortune teller was wrong. Officially by midnight the prediction will have misfired. But one can make allowances, I wouldn't begrudge a few days or weeks....
posted on Sept. 30, 2009
Dragana, Marco, me. We were in Vedrana's apt on 13th floor. Or the 11th. Too high. Vertiginous view of the harbour. All i could think of was the tiny baby...
posted on Sept. 24, 2009
Nothing to declare
One year on, and nothing to declare, Except maybe my hair Needs a cut. I've been over-exposed to the light And the old, malevolent air.
posted on Sept. 22, 2009
Cleo, photoshop and a hangover
Cleo works in a very quiet gallery the odd Saturday. There are about 50 trillion photos of her on the computer there.
posted on Jan. 29, 2009
Bike and shadow make their way home along the canal
posted on Jan. 27, 2009
I went to the loo in the middle of the night and when I came out it was Elvis
posted on Jan. 23, 2009
...forgetting that snow melts away
As soon as you touch it. Anytime now would be a good time to go
posted on Jan. 22, 2009
My late great-aunt, Geraldine
Bemused by her own image on my laptop camera. Died 18th January 2008. The best curser ever.
posted on Jan. 16, 2009
And chocolate sauce, that must be drunken from the glass
posted on Dec. 09, 2008