Nosy

poëzie Nosy A greasy spot on the windowbetrays my eagerness in bearing witnessto the world, a habitformed right from the womb.Willing myself out there with those coloured cloud formationswhich without fail reveal the mood of the day.Safely watching the world turn and tumblefrom that spot high by the windowin the Read more…

The control paradox

exploratie The control paradox rising above, I overstretched. overtaxed, overloaded, over-ed myself into a tightly controlled bundle of body parts. moderation, I am told, is key average, plain temperance. a break, to recess into myself. problem is, too much moderation, defined as self-control, tightens those bundles body parts into a Read more…

1.

exploratie 1. soms is het leven een lege parkeerplaats waar nog net twee auto’s staan grijze lucht met kans op regen wind die door de bomen ruist, langs vaaloranje luifels van betonnen dozen je ziet wel mensen maar ver weg je moet iets of zo lijkt het want je weet Read more…