Category Archives: Prose

I Remember August

The winter in my bones has left
the ship has sailed for warmer shores
and scattered far aloft the foams
are stories dear and whispers soft

My city has a lot of different faces
but some say only two-strong seasons’ graces.
we paint glass, wood, steel, ebony facades
and toy so with quartets of visages

I remember why the august said so then
sweet August harks gruff spectres wreathed o’er snow
that what you see may not be what you get
and what you hear can further not be trusted

How do you ascertain whilst you entertain that
song makes you strong – when harmonies are built from the bass and
voices can only wax (not wane)!

How shall I explain how
(do frosts of ages past speak so of fossils?)
music lives within me
when times pass strained an aural invasion – the
March of Tchaikovsky’s Fourth fills rapt perception
or when quietest of days-filled moments brings
the sudden sunbreak of Nessun Dorma
when drizzily petrichor raindrops jazz beats high hat psst clomp
the mind thinks it knows more but it does not what comes of it is
improvisation~ unreachable consciously light-years
away, pretending, one can only hope of the quiet of 4′ 33”
or is that the soundtrack of most, not he [who] is
singing again?

How do you prove the
eternal undying random jukebox exists now that a child’s
handheld device contains greater volumes oozing aural delights,
decadence – do we,
do I have something left to prove?

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Reminiscing Christmas, 2014

As the plane emerged from the sightless fog, the light of three spheres greeted me. It was a salutation of children too busy with their own amusement, of titans too great to forsake their labour, of celestial beings too distant to be discernible.

The lights of men glittered below whilst the stormy hammerwork went on, striking without warning. Indifferent to the miniscule energies of artificial light and planetary discharges, the stars above blazed silently, their point-like aloofness belying their Einsteinian prowess.

That would be Christmas – and who is to say that it may be, ultimately, a celebration of light? But of course, of light it was, and it was to be; the light at the end of the tunnel that many seemed to have traversed. The light at the end of the tunnel, which was but a sightless fog that none could peer through prior; and when we finally left it behind, only the the glory of what lay ahead was apparent.

Perhaps all that lay ahead was all that mattered.

Bitter Medicine

(Unedited: 11/8/2012)

“Doctor, doctor!”

“Yes Ms Kant, please sit down. Good evening, by the way.” The good doctor held up an important-looking, five-page-long report.

In reply, Gloria Kant smoothed her silk skirt as though it were a baby’s face.

“Alright Ms Kant. Let’s go through your options. I’ve got three medicines for you, but you only need choose one. For the sake of simplicity and to remove bias I’ll (and you can) call them A, B and C.

A is, of course, the most promising of the bunch. Very effective, almost no side effects and not too expensive. Standard daily dosing. Problem is, the stock is limited so I can only supply you with a month’s worth. Subsequent orders have to be made specially and via overseas suppliers. Of course, I’ll renew your prescription whenever required. ”

“Don’t I need to go on therapy for at least seven years?” Kant still had a sense of time and practicability.

“Yes, yes, calm down. That’s what B is for. It’s just become available for clinical trial, so cost is covered entirely by the manufacturer. Good things come in pairs too – this one only needs to be taken when required, as it has a rapid onset of action. This choice of dose would also be due to its embarrassing side effects that include hot flushes and involuntary sexual arousal. A caution though – it cannot be taken concurrently with any other medication and supplements, including antibiotics.”

“Why, that’s preposterous, doctor!” Undoubtedly, she had also preserved her dignity.

“Well, not much of a bother if you simply stop for the duration of the new medications. In that case, I would just have to recommend the final choice – C. It’s been around for the longest time, and the track record shows it to be effective and really cheap (the generics, especially). It has a twice-a-day dosing, and the main side effects include drowsiness and a lack in enthusiasm for life. On the bright side, most patients who are on it report a general sense of well-being…”

“But… but… Whatever am I suffering from, doctor? You haven’t even told me that!” Kant was just shy of being appropriately hysterical.

“Why, Loneliness, of course.”