A voice smooth and uncoiling singing to Abdulhalim, crackling when it tried to get the high notes. Like wood in a fireplace lit on a silvery blue snowy evening on the only day of the year that the country snowed. Singing waves of crumbling notes, soothing songs of white joyful lies. Songs of motherhood. LikeContinue reading “Like Wood in a Fireplace”
Category Archives: Connections
The Best Breadcrumbs
“Tell me about your dreams”, his mother says. She slices through a cool cucumber that seemed to have lost all its juice. He wants to say that he won’t eat this powdery mildew; that she will one day end up with a fungal disease if she lets her vegetables sit around the bottom drawer allContinue reading “The Best Breadcrumbs”
Corduroy
A story about an 11 year old boy’s small thoughts spurred by the feeling of corduroy fabric on his skin. A feeling that kept strangely and interestingly coming back in the form of memories and dreams at the age of twenty, the almost-age of fifty and his final year of nintey-two. A story that remainedContinue reading “Corduroy”
An Insomniac’s Morning Hours
When the call to prayer soundsand the sun’s about to rise,my thoughts restlessly dissectthis sorrow, that guilt, old lies. “I can’t keep up”, I say,“slow down and stop the mumbling!”But they answer with obtuse eloquence,lingering, rolling, and tumbling. How lucky I find those people,who are right now asleep.Their heartbeats slow and steady,their dreaming calm andContinue reading “An Insomniac’s Morning Hours”
so ist es.
so it is. I met him accidentally. A chance was presented to me. Like a single thread that wove in and out of itself, he turned into a net that both tripped me and caught me from falling. He carried me with a single thread spun into a web. And with the loose end ofContinue reading “so ist es.”
I met a boy
I met a boy. He seemed, at first, to be just a little boy whose paws smelled like a kid’s old sweaty sock after a football match, and whose skin had soft fur that knots when he gets nervous, and whose farts are lethally silent. But he taught me things, like: time is relative. ItContinue reading “I met a boy”
We Know So Much. We Don’t Know
We need each other differently than we ever served each other before. Everything has become instantaneous, from analog to digital. Some suppose it is necessary and productive, others presume it is robotic and destructive, and those who have no opinion form one by reading and listening to the opinions of others. We know so muchContinue reading “We Know So Much. We Don’t Know”
Conditional
Whoever said a dog’s love is unconditional was greedy to be loved. Poor creatures, those furry friends… they take all the burden of ‘loving unconditionally’ just because they like to have a home, they enjoy routine. It’s our job is to love them unconditionally, not theirs. They can’t even speak for themselves to say: HowContinue reading “Conditional”
The Sunken Forest
August 25th, 2014 – “That Day” / “Today” Fire Island, New York Dear H, My sentences will be long. If you are in quarantine like I am, only read this letter when you want to plunge into the abyss like we used to, where sentences are made for pure feelings, and where they lack structureContinue reading “The Sunken Forest”
über daring
On that day, it rained so much in St. Gallen. Sankt Jakob-Strasse was flooded. I was staying at a hotel owned by a dear friend. I was at the reception asking the receptionist to order me a taxi when the first few drops started to plunder. I had just finished eating but had no timeContinue reading “über daring”
Beisan's Burble 