Black Lives Matter. Om eerlijk te zijn vind ik het moeilijk om te schrijven over racisme of over Black Lives…

IX I’ve been pulled off streets by men and boys, Commenting on my figure, my face, my hair. I drown out their…

I chase the sunlight as it traces your velvety curves And relish In the thought that the wider you stand…

the word ‘body,’ its danger, how easily it gives one the illusory impression of being outside of meaning already, free…

the woman and her dog   The first time that I noticed her it was the first truly nice day…

The sound is incessant, shifting and scouring its way into my ears. Standing in sharp contrast to the nightly silence…

During the first six months, I often had to take the  short walk to the postbox and pop into the…

We proudly present some isolation poetry by Maartje de Goede! She started this project using the magnets on her fridge…