On the first day, God screwed the light bulb in and flicked the switch.
Afterwards, he made you; and kicked his feet up on the couch
to let you finish it all off. On the second day, you made everything
grey turn green. For a while, God had assumed himself colour-blind,
and watched with envy as the world sprouted beneath you, the light
given something to look at.
Read MoreSilence. Peace. Panic.
Our steel shell sinks into the abyss
As we glide unseen through yielding waters.
Three inches from death with our world-ending weapons
Hidden away, an apocalypse at our fingertips, waiting for the call.
Read MoreYou whispered to me once
That the sunlight looked so good on my skin,
Toasted with a tint of caramel,
Your favourite sight to wake up to
In the morning.
Read MoreBorn not of night’s fall on the sea you,
No, borne to land a living pearl not
You, not stormy daughter, nor gold apple eater,
Not willow-bodied, trapped beneath nets heaving.
Read MoreThe clock on the wall is broken. It chokes backwards, its voice cracking. He sits in the armchair. I don’t know where I am.
Read MoreOn my chest of drawers,
the record player is mute,
its needle still in the groove
after it stopped turning…
Read MoreIn the square outside Freiheit street number sixteen,
in the world above U-Bahn commuters, there meet
the Schachspielers.
Read More“Clutched tightly by his adoring father, the fair-haired blue-eyed toddler was the picture of innocence”
Choices driven by hate, or driven by ignorance, choices are made.
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