An Ode to the Door

A rectangular surface made out of wood (plywood, or regular wood if you like), metal (if you’re awfully sensible of … More

The Deceitful Promise of Spring

March has begun, and I can feel the promise of spring breathing down my neck. It’s not quite there yet, … More

Why didn’t I talk about it sooner? [1]Why did I wait 6 years, after the relationship had ended, to come … More

If I start this sentence with “yesterday,” it will forever refer to the yesterday of whoever reads it whenever. Even … More

Naast mijn raam zwaait een druilerige en natte lindeboom haar takken zuchtend heen en weer. Bladeren met tinten van groen … More