Zikaden II/Cicadas II
Ein neuer Tag. Die Zikaden surren im Friedhof. Heute ist Beerdigung, und ein Altes Leben muss gefeiert werden. Dem Tod wird kein Wort gegeben. Die Kerzen sind in der Sonne… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Poetry
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Nature’s revenge is a tool of precision. It wraps itself around the poor plans of Men and women who think they Have outwitted her with modern things. Innovation without a… Continue Reading
174/2023
Happiness is not my natural habitat. I have often been there, inside that Jungle, but found it too luscious, too Wild, too unpredictable and inconsistent, And retreated beyond its boundaries… Continue Reading
173/2023
They scatter their bodies across Our table overnight for us to Find in the morning. At least at this time of the year Most of their life is spent in… Continue Reading
172/2023
In the cinema in Scotland As a child, I watched Lost Horizon With my father, and that valley Shangri La was became a place I would lose myself in when… Continue Reading
171/2023
The thing about the mind is That it always expects us to Exceed our own expectations Despite the impossibilities In that simple set of thoughts. We bend ourselves into the… Continue Reading
170/2023
The truth is that I have no Paternal or parental bone in My body. My parenting skills Are imperfect, inadequate, and Made up on the fly. I don’t need An… Continue Reading
169/2023
Despite all the money flooding in, he Felt like a beggar. Even being PM had Given him a poor return on the lies he’d Invested in his future, when he’d… Continue Reading
168/2023
The only vocabulary which is limited is the one imposed on us by convention. Writers have endless words at their disposal. It is our task, after all, to tell the… Continue Reading
167/2023
Imagine a man who always tells untruths knowingly And calls them the absolute truth, a man who swears On the book of all faiths and any faith that he tells… Continue Reading