I celebrate Loneliness, to the core:a one-legged table,a glass, burdened with ice while outwardly bleedingand a vase seeking just a…
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Oh you girls, weary of silence and the night,Can we, in this dark land, believeIn the false moon that hangs…
By morningmy fingers were stubbed like chalk stickworn writingall nightlong love poemsacross the walls of your houseImbued with a deep…
We are a Berlin-based NGO called WIR MACHEN DAS (‘we are doing it’) and in 2017 we asked authors who…