Seven Frames

Cinderblocks circumvent the compartmented lives.   I. The Gray One Seven crisp shirts hung on the railing. A different pale … More

The Scarecrows

The first scarecrow I made looked like my father. When he died, my mum and I did not know what … More

Green Women

“This is it,” she said. “Look at the leaves that are around his face. Look at the leaves that are … More


In de voortuin van mijn buurvrouw staat een grote kastanjeboom. Ieder jaar lijkt het opnieuw alsof de kastanjes eerder van … More