Dog & the night
Dog sits inside the windowsill. The night is an onyx-gold canvas. The shapes could be islands or lakes. Not everything Continue reading
a poetics of confusions
There is a desert… It is a panoramic vision of the desert, and it’s not a tragic or uninhabited desert. It’s only a desert because of its ocher colour and its blazing shadowless sun. – Deleuze/Guattari
in the bleak mid-winter
a mid-winter poem, at the end of spring. By Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894)
Fehlfunktion
Fehlfunktion a trail of sunflower seeds everywhere i go except when i am not eating sun- flower seeds
time to read the bible
Have read too little, in too long. i used to read always & everywhere. i read before i even Continue reading
Death Note: Question someone familiar-looking, on the streetcorner. Question. Those summer months, that period of time when Continue reading
another friend. Gone. Dead.
Another friend. Gone. Dead. Thank you, oh Lord, for the white blind Light. Fuck you Lord, God, Universe. Fuck* you*. Continue reading
Bestekbak (gedicht)
lepeltje, lepeltje naast de bestekbak welk lepeltje in jouw categorie is het mooiste lepeltje, ooit? Lepeltje, lepeltje geef toch een Continue reading
Disjecta Membra : ə new chapbook
Disjecta Membra (PDF
