A Lesson in Traces

Remember last year? We had snow then. Thick and soft, it silently reflected the sunlight. The photo above is taken … More

The Tree With Wings

Cold slowly numbs my forehead as I lean against the glass of the window. I don’t know what they’re looking … More

As I sit writing this, I hear the low cooing of a European turtle dove who probably sits in a … More

Sidling into my usual corner outside the local café, fumbling the shag from its pouch onto the rolling paper. Quickly … More

6 april. Luid en vragend gepiep van een pimpelmees op mijn balkon. Juveniel? Hoop nog steeds dat ze op den … More

ᚠ – feoh – Frilled is the first form, the finest filigree fraying at the edges in a pattern of … 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

With the start of February, we’ve reached the end of our first bi-monthly theme which focussed on Birthmark. Seeing the … More