Cassandra’s Poems

  Kronos Eclipsed   My father used to tell me stories About the atrocious gods Who devoured their own children. I always used to believe The stories foretold my own destiny.   I don’t believe in gods anymore, Nor in the impossible tracks of destiny. I don’t even believe in my father. I believe in…

7 Stories, 7 Cities

“What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.”  Charles Baudelaire   Cities are sexy. They are man’s self-appointed eco-system. They overflow with life and no matter how much we complain about uneasy development and crane-clogged skylines, we have…

The Flowering of Cranes

  On the heights above the unending sprawl, a group of friends lay pillowed on the rocks. Five teenagers, aged between heaven and earth, watched the sunset with cloudy eyes. The waning sun shone over the horizon like a gem. The teenagers had wine and plastic cups in their bags. What could be better? A…

The Four B’s of Budapest – IV – Buzz

Are cities defined by their people or are the people defined by their city? It’s a hard question to answer. Almost as hard as the nature vs. nurture question. It is most probably a mixture of the two. The city and its inhabitants are bound in an unbreakable dance that shapes and moulds each in…