• Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, autumn 5 years, 8 months ago

    If the sea ever curdled and it’s smell turned bitter, then it would smell just like autumn. That rotten, soggy decompsing phase when the world smells like death and spring is just too far away.

  • Snap back! Snap back. Step away from the edge, step away from your misery that you wallow in so fondly. Snap back from reality and join the collective delusion.

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, trophy 6 years ago

    You are blinded by the glint of the prize, the trophy you’re fighting for. It’s not so bright in your bedroom cupboard.

  • A city is a wasteland in its own right. My city is. There’s so much to walk by and ignore, so much space wasted by buildings with no purpose and filled with another person’s trash. Within this crowded mess are few places I actually need.

  • Approach depravity as a curiosity. It is the only way. We cannot deny its existence and we should not glorify it. Mass murder, gun lust, xenophobia, greed in a world with starvation… Do not ignore it.

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, policy 6 years, 4 months ago

    “Don’t even get me started on the Policy.”
    “While you are in the stand, I’m afraid I must insist.”
    “Very well, your honour.”
    “Where exactly do your misgivings lie?”
    ” ‘Round about the place where the dead bodies are.”

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, heels 6 years, 4 months ago

    I believe it is the sound they make that first drew my attention. The clap that echoed through the walls repeated even as it ended. My shoes, all shoes I had previously known, so silent. I had to wonder: Why did they try to drown out our voices? What these shoes were saying so loudly? […]

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, wander 6 years, 4 months ago

    The streets are paths of dirt, the buildings her trees and in a moment she feels home. Time wanders beside her, her minutes given to her lost little steps. Faces and leaves. Wander long enough and all becomes the same.

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, bee 6 years, 4 months ago

    Putt putt putt. The bee swings through the drunken trees, veering slightly as it changes direction, the weight of it’s arse creating a drag that holds it back.
    It propells itself by small rapid farts, don’t you know?

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, almost 6 years, 4 months ago

    The bus left. With it went my dreams and freedoms, my last chance for luxury.
    I didn’t catch the flight to Thailand and ended up in my dressing gown on the floor.
    I almost had fun.

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, swept 6 years, 4 months ago

    The edge of her robe swept against the pink and black granite rocks that grew out of the ocean. She walked them with ease, watching children climb their sides like everest. Salt spray fizzed gently against her graduation clothes, a celebration she had escaped from.

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, mango 6 years, 4 months ago

    The juice, so fine, golden and pulpy oozes down your fingers as you slice it. The pit strings slip in your hands as you bring it to your face to tear the last traces of saffron flesh. The aroma is of honey, flowers and orange. The fruit of the sun, land where no man may […]

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, outlet 6 years, 5 months ago

    Flourescence is the escence of candescence.

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, tangle 6 years, 5 months ago

    The cests of her hair fell in waves, not smooth and calm but like the ocean in a firey rage, foaming and frothing as they fell onto the cliffs of her shoulders.

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, wool 6 years, 5 months ago

    Don’t take up knitting. It’s a pain in the arse. (If you’re good at it, go you.)

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, flare 6 years, 5 months ago

    When he wore his flares he couldn’t help the way he walked, leaning back, feet and crotch first, so that everyone knew who was coming.

  • The chocolatier has withered hands. Her face with time is fading into blandness. She cradles the warm bowl close to her hip, stirring and lifting the spoon. No one will love it as much as she.

  • I tapped it and stared.
    Then stared.
    Then stared.
    They waited. They stared.
    I ran.

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, charge 6 years, 5 months ago

    Into the steam of fog and the drizzle of blood so fine and warm, it falls on your face like mist.

    This is war. This is what you came for.

  • Tatti Dorjan commented on the post, needle 6 years, 5 months ago

    Through the skin, thread it slowly. The flesh pierces and clings to the moving spike, the pink, rubbery, groved fabric of my thumb is made for this. It is no longer mine, but part of the patchwork.