ILLUSION This morning while I wasn’t yet awake and not asleep either, doom crept in on cloven socks, nestled invisibly against me and spoke my name, a whisper— not wanting to w
A book? From cover to cover? I lack the strength. Even poetry – just thinking about it – exhausts me now. I’ve overdosed on poems, stare blindly at the pages of my books. For
Hagar Peeters is one the most celebrated poets in the Netherlands. She started as a performer in youth clubs, an experience that came in handy later when Peeters was invited to per
