The Land of the Nile - An Egyptian Anthology:iconcrystaldivider1plz::iconcrystaldivider2plz::iconcrystaldivider3plz::iconcrystaldivider4plz::iconcrystaldivider5plz::iconcrystaldivider6plz::iconcrystaldivider7plz::iconcrystaldivider8plz::iconcrystaldivider1plz::iconcrystaldivider2plz::iconcrystaldivider3plz::iconcrystaldivider4plz::iconcrystaldivider5plz::iconcrystaldivider6plz::iconcrystaldivider7plz::iconcrystaldivider8plz:
Golden flows the Niles’ long
Green framed flood snake,
Timelessly running to the sea,
In the middle of the dunes,
Whose sands venture
To line them, hot and empty.
White sails plow grooves
In the water, that nourished the will
Of the millennia,
And in the heart of the pyramids
Rest those who are deceased,
As guardians of their gardens.
In the shore reeds breaks
Every wave and it weaves
Fate there like hieroglyphs,
And the winds of the righteous
Blow in starlit nights
Through the straws to try it.
Shadows of distant sounds penetra
Running Lights (from The Last Candle)Jinmenken (人面犬)
The sitting room floor was littered with takeaway boxes. Piled up cartons provided ample accommodation for greenish and blackish mould, and possibly Worms in Residence. Bedrooms were like the aftermath of a burglary; and the "living" space could just as well be a sarcophagus - with views over the sea.
Cuckoo, sounded the old grandfather clock. It was 1:00 am.
Bill sat in silence for hours on end. Images and worries jumped from one picture to another like a reel in his head, playing and re-playing scenes from the story of his life. So many things should be different, but hindsight is a wonderful thing.
Frustrating dead-end job at the upmarket Quay? Check. Selling life insurance, no less - to the poor bastards who didn’t need any. How ironic is that, he'd muse: life insurance.