A man I have worked with visits me in my dreams. He is accompanied by a woman. His curly hair is even wilder than it was in real life, and he is skinnier, younger. A cooler version of him. Harsher too, because in real life he’s big and cuddly. He isn’t nice at all though, […]
moreA fisherman throws the net onto the deck. The fish die, slowly. They lie on their sides and their gulls open and close. One fish manages to flip over. A woman and her daughter watch them for a while. As if wanting to correct something, the woman picks one of the fish up. Just walking […]
moreThe Other Me envies The Original Me. It’s The Original Me people should be listening to. She sings beautifully, in a silent voice that nobody hears. She used to write stories of lost love and forbidden desires, of running away. She used to draw buildings that could one day become the tallest in the world. […]
moreEarly morning work day. It’s raining damn hard. We bicycles wait at a traffic light. One tends to pull the chin down when it rains, hide the face. Not so for the two people in front of me. He and she. He has small dreads, a muscular ass and legs. He casually leans on one […]
moreHow many photos have I taken in my life? For a couple of years, I had even taken the effort of sticking photos into albums. My student life is therefore neatly arranged by date. Those albums take up a lot of space. They are full of smiles. They have become my memory of those years. […]
moreHer shoulders tighten at the sight of a construction drill. Her mood sinks. Not only have a dozen black men opened up the pavement right in front of her holiday apartment, the unforgiving sound of multiple sandpapering machines blast out of windows in the building right next door. From across the street comes the intrusive […]
moreI know a woman who keeps returning to places that were and no longer are. Maybe she is trying to undo the passing of time by reactivating the senses connected to the past. To the places of her childhood, places she never understood. Or maybe she is backtracking and searching the path she took for […]
moreThe little lady tells me, "one time, I sat there beneath that tree." "What tree is that?" "Pear." "One time, I sat beneath that pear tree and there was a man. He threw a straw in the waves. Then he dived after it. He never returned. I waited and waited. I think he drowned. He […]
moreThe dispute they had was about the following: Marina had taken her children to Ruby’s 40th birthday. And now it was Marina’s turn to turn 40. She asked Ruby to come over for an evening of wine and cigarettes. Just the two of them. Just like they always did and always will. They’d discuss books. […]
moreThe Ugly Duckling. Or call it Swan. We like to emphathise the positive don’t we? I wonder about the ugly duckling becoming a swan. Does this mean there is hope for every ugly child? But what if that child never becomes a swan? Will the chicken he meets keep biting him? We forget that the […]
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