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

August, Switzerland. I. Can a chamber of curiosities exist outside the confinement of its constructed walls? What do we aim … More

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

“Come on, dad, can you please just let me finish it this time?” Dad continued tinkering, his thin blonde … More

The sun scorched our backs before we could make a run for the shadow and our hips convoluted and it … More

The grey smell of cigarettes permeates the air. It seems to hang around his hunched frame like a fine mist, … More

In 2017, established Dutch author Ronald Giphart published a short story. Ordinarily, this would not constitute as a remarkable … More

This piece was written by Robin van den Brule and Pauw Vos at the potluck picnic that has been organised … More

Een kritisch gesprek tussen Timo Diedering, Koen Gijsman, Marin Kuijt en Kees Müller over de digitalisering van de collegezaal. Werkt … More