If I start this sentence with “yesterday,” it will forever refer to the yesterday of whoever reads it whenever. Even…
in pain
Poetry by Sanne Kabalt
DAGEN IN EEN UUR
SOUNDCLOUD: click here Introductie Eind maart 2020 schreven Juul Kruse en Marlon Schotel samen een spoken word tekst. Nog niemand…
Linde (boom)
Naast mijn raam zwaait een druilerige en natte lindeboom haar takken zuchtend heen en weer. Bladeren met tinten van groen…
Madam Speaker
A Rarity
The house is quiet, a rarity. Ben left for work late in the morning for his evening shift, he only…
When Summer Ends
Text and illustrations by Juul Kruse Summer sometimes feels like a long day that will never come to an end.…
‘Off in All Directions:’ Going With the Flow in the Anthropocene
Editor’s note: A few weeks ago, we got a message from Glen Maddison in our inbox, who proposed to share…
New Theme: RECLAIM
After the interruption of introducing new themes every two months, Paratext brings back the bimonthly theme, breaking the seal with…
Teach Me
let me breathe underwater, walk the blisters of shattered diamond glass. dye muscles shades of regret, paint summer suns…
