pompeii

Ramblings

When archaeologists started for the first time to systematically uncover the ancient city of Pompeii in the 18th century, they were met with a riddle. They found strange cavities within the thick layers of pumice and ash that had preserved the city for centuries, littered with bones. It did not take long to figure out […]

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crescent

Ramblings

when I was feeling homesick, on a beach at dusk, with the sound of waves lapping up to the shore, half a world away from the life I used to know, in a place that was so similar yet so different, with unfamiliar faces around me and humid air that I was not used to […]

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jedem anfang

Ramblings

Leichtes Blau und Sturmhimmel, Regen am Abend und Sonnenschein am nächsten Morgen. Ein verschlafenes Dorf aus Stein, welches einst einen weltberühmten Dichter beherbergt hat, aus dessen Werk man die Gässchen fast schon erahnen konnte, bevor man sie sieht. Bleierne Mittsommerhitze, Altweibersommer auf den schmiedeeisernen Balkonen, Hundegebell in der Gasse. Hesse muss es hier gleichermassen geliebt […]

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magnificat

Poems

anxious to please and breathless from the spinning of her world she stands there, crackling with the anger of a thousand licking flames desperate for approval, or anger, or both, any emotional reaction would do – for how could anyone know how it felt, truly, to be her, gravel in her mouth and water in […]

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pompeii


Ramblings

When archaeologists started for the first time to systematically uncover the ancient city of Pompeii in the 18th century, they were met with a riddle. They found strange cavities within the thick layers of pumice and ash that had preserved the city for centuries, littered with bones. It did not take long to figure out […]

July 27, 2021

crescent


Ramblings

when I was feeling homesick, on a beach at dusk, with the sound of waves lapping up to the shore, half a world away from the life I used to know, in a place that was so similar yet so different, with unfamiliar faces around me and humid air that I was not used to […]

June 27, 2021

jedem anfang


Ramblings

Leichtes Blau und Sturmhimmel, Regen am Abend und Sonnenschein am nächsten Morgen. Ein verschlafenes Dorf aus Stein, welches einst einen weltberühmten Dichter beherbergt hat, aus dessen Werk man die Gässchen fast schon erahnen konnte, bevor man sie sieht. Bleierne Mittsommerhitze, Altweibersommer auf den schmiedeeisernen Balkonen, Hundegebell in der Gasse. Hesse muss es hier gleichermassen geliebt […]

May 27, 2021

magnificat


Poems

anxious to please and breathless from the spinning of her world she stands there, crackling with the anger of a thousand licking flames desperate for approval, or anger, or both, any emotional reaction would do – for how could anyone know how it felt, truly, to be her, gravel in her mouth and water in […]

April 27, 2021

through a glass, darkly


Short Stories

The cottage was lying still and dark. Nothing stirred, aside from the moonbeam sweeping over my blanket infinitesimally slow, and the hands of the alarm clock on the strange bedside table. They showed 2:16 but I couldn’t have known, because I was asleep. But while I slept, something funny happened: I grew 10 feet tall […]

March 27, 2021

desolation row // part ii


Short Stories

Dieser Text wurde bereits auf der Seite des Aargauer Literaturhauses publiziert, er ist entstanden während derTextstatt 2020. Natürlich habe ich sie nicht mehr gefunden. Solche Dinge passieren nur in Büchern, und nicht mal da immer. Herumgeirrt bin ich, durch die Altstadt, vorbei an den Läden und dem Park, habe in die Gesichter der Menschen geschaut, […]

February 27, 2021

printemps


Poems

Worte fliehen leise,sanft,aus deinen Augen, deinem Mund,sie streben hoch und immer höherin die Dämmerung Richtung Mond draussen sieht es müde aus,die Bäume rauschen ohne Eiferich sitz’ in meinem Schneckenhausund in mir drin wird’s leiser jetzt ist es Herbst, bald kommt der Winterwärmer wird’s wohl lang nicht mehrwas davor ist, das weiss ich schon, nur: was […]

January 27, 2021

2020


Ramblings

Another year is over andthings are rushing past me while I’m standing still in the middle of it all –it’s been the year of everything and nothing at the same timeworry, sadness, frustration, a bit of too much for so many, a shared affliction that goes through cells and borders it’s been a year lost,a […]

December 27, 2020

ghost-making


Poems

tap-tap he cries and listens to your soul at night tok-tok he sings and grins into your heart at nightchop-chop he flings and murders your light dreams at nighthear-hear he roars and hits your fucking shins at night “you say you made a ghost of me, maybe that is true; you seem to have forgotten, […]

November 27, 2020

the heroine


Short Stories

The quickly darkening city spread out before her like a unidimensional platform, only punctuated by the lit windows of the tall office blocks, the street lamps and the light garlands of station inns and all the other light seeping out of every imaginable corner onto the dark plain. Light was what moulded the scene, what […]

October 27, 2020

the photograph


Ramblings

I own a small photograph of my grandmother, it’s almost quadratic and on the sides you can see dark strips with rectangular holes from the film roll. It’s a black-and-white photograph and my grandmother looks beautiful, standing slightly turned away from the camera, her gaze to the far right, facing something or someone I’ll never […]

September 27, 2020

ode to the bookshop perched atop the small hill


Ramblings

The house looked almost as if it were unreal, perched atop the small hill, rising old and mighty against a blue and cold December sky. It was early morning and not many people were about, and those who were did not seem to mind the house atop the hill so very much. After all, it […]

August 27, 2020

slouching towards bethlehem // joan didion


Book Reviews

The force of Joan Didion’s writing astounds me. I think her secret lies in only telling what she knows, and telling it true, out of the corner of her eyes – “remember what it was to be me: that is always the point” – she never shies of laying bare her own feelings, her own […]

July 27, 2020

ypsilanti


Short Stories

The fog was weighing down heavily on the little town of Ypsilanti. The people of Ypsilanti had been taught, by now, not to linger on the streets after dark and to do their business in daylight whenever possible. They knew that when dusk swept across the streets to rinse out the last rays of sunshine […]

June 27, 2020

the twelve hours of the night


Ramblings

The ancient Egyptians believed that, after death, their pharaohs had to go on a journey of rebirth through the netherworld, through the twelve hours of the night, just like the sun god Ra did before them. The story of the twelve hours of the night is written in the Amduat, a funerary text, which was […]

May 27, 2020