Sommigen houden van blauw, maar de lopende woorden van een veinzende schrijverliggen niet voor het oprapen. ik struikel over de…
ik verzamel de dagen in mijn hand
Ik verzamel de dagen in mijn hand, zet kleine streepjes met een watervaste stift die toch steeds uitloopt. Het zijn…
Nothing to hide in a frying pan
Reclaim the Stage recording on our Soundcloud: click here before I start reading my text, I’d like you to take…
A Lukewarm Defence of my PT Cruiser
To Ian, Mark, and SieteMay the Cruiser haunt your dreams forever. As a student in Utrecht, in possession of both…
Daughters
By Simona Casadio
Rune Poem
ᚠ – feoh – Frilled is the first form, the finest filigree fraying at the edges in a pattern of…
You’ve Got Class
How will it go today, I wonder. I turn on my laptop and wait anxiously as it boots up. I…
NEW THEME // Jan/Feb // Oneiric
“By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us…
Beachcombing: Claiming, Disclaiming, and Reclaiming in the Anthropocene
Often writing from the edge spaces of islands and remote coastlines, Kathleen Jamie and Roseanne Watt observe how the sea…
Why Not Now?
Why didn’t I talk about it sooner? [1]Why did I wait 6 years, after the relationship had ended, to come…
