Seven Frames

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

The Scarecrows

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

Green Women

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

Two Month Theme: Palimpsest

Modern palimpsests keep popping up at me in the form of Instagram ads: little notebooks which promise to be the…

Kastanjes

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

10 MegaOhm Multimeter

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