published on: 25.12.2012 in: All entries
Melchior’s Xmas. (read here) Melchior = main character, former Consul General Mercy = his housekeeper from Ghana Folkert = friend & colleague diplomat Leandra = his wife who is in a clinic in France.
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Archive for December, 2012this world, where you and I dwell
published on: 21.12.2012 in: All entriesHere’s what I want to do tonight. I want to drink wine with you, or beer, and dance with you and fly into this night, straight through the fears, the tears, cut them in twos or threes or thousands of millions of pieces, tiny grains of sand, cells, amoeba, even smaller still, nuclei which dissolve […]
morerest in peace dear @writerontwitter
published on: 19.12.2012 in: All entries“This is A Man. I am Writerontwitter’s husband. I don’t know any other way to say it but that Writerontwitter passed away in her sleep October 8th. Your book was the first and last Ebook she ever read and she finished it in a couple of days so she must have found it very compelling […]
morejust as the song says
published on: 17.12.2012 in: All entriesI sat in on my son’s music class today. The teacher must have been only 20. She held her guitar against her body like a shield. She practiced songs with the children, taught them rhythm and to listen to words. I had never heard the two songs before. They were about Christmas. My son remembered […]
morebrazil and the way of waters
published on: 07.12.2012 in: All entriesOne song. I close my eyes. Despite the winter I am back there, back in Brazil. In a small place called Buzios. The warmth of daily life at the time fills my ears, spills over into my chest. We were in Rio then. And even though Rio meant we were hundreds of miles away from […]
morethe gift
published on: 05.12.2012 in: All entriesThere was a bag on the floor. It was a small duffel bag, black. It was heavier than it would seem as it looked empty. The top half was dented in its own air. With my foot, I shifted it slightly. Then I kneeled by it. I felt hesitant. On zipping it open I discovered […]
morea word of advice on advice
published on: 02.12.2012 in: All entriesTo call someone when you feel sad. And that person is happy to give you advice. That person may well say things like: “Resist every temptation. Be strong. You shouldn’t feel like you need to move to the other side of the world in order to be able to stop this.” “But… but, I was […]
morelove colored by gunpowder
published on: 01.12.2012 in: All entriesToday, I found myself staring at a painting of Malevich. What thoughts had passed? Many more than a minute can possibly capture. What the hell was I staring at? A war. A Russian war. With fields and bayonets and skies colored by gunpowder, sand and smoke. Blood too. I could almost hear the slaughter, smell […]
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