Comline Blog
Pretense
Lace curtains, bountiful philodendron, satin table cloth, pepper grinder from Germany, salad served in a crystal stand.Pretense for a tiny townhouse, linoleum floors, rattan sofa, cheap water glasses, washer and dryer in the kitchen.The framing of the shot hides the...
Hiding
it’s an old coat, worn, patchedand a little tight under the armsand I slip into it with easehaving worn it many timesit’s very greyness,blandness,a pathetic disguise;a futile defenceI stand,transgressed,compared,ignoredI freeze,hiding in plain sightuntil her anger is...
Natural Cycles: This Too Shall Pass
Former friends of mine, both blind, live near the Mediterranean Sea, where there are no tides. Once, we were near another sea, with tides. To show them what it looks like, we walked on the beach, barefooted, from the embankment to the sea, at different hours, so that...
On Needing Food and Love and Me
Can you please feed me? I’m sorry to bother you. Yes, I know I’m needy. Sorry about that. I’d like to not be hungry but my tummy is starting to hurt and I’m getting weak and shaky. I need food. I wish that was all I needed. I need things that I dare not...