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 enstanden während der Textstatt 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 […]

February 27, 2021

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

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

thank you for the birds


Short Stories

The day started with 120 birds falling from the sky. It looked like a stupendously horrid miracle; 120 birds flying one moment and dropping from the heavens like stone the next. The people driving on the road beneath stopped their cars by the curb and got out to come to the rescue, they ran onto […]

April 27, 2020

Grenzübertretung (oder: eben nicht)


Short Stories

Heute gibt’s zwei Blog-Beiträge, denn dieser zählt nicht wirklich, da er bereits anderweitig publiziert wurde. Trotzdem, hier ist mein Beitrag für den Schreibwettbewerb “Text des Monats” des Literaturhauses Zürich zum Thema “Schneefallgrenze steigend”: Es ist mitten in der Nacht und ich rüttle meine Kinder wach, schnell, schnell, wir müssen los, es ist Zeit, wohin denn, […]

March 27, 2020

desolation row


Short Stories

Ohne grosses Aufhebens war sie manchmal da und manchmal nicht. Ich machte mir nicht viel daraus, viele Menschen sind manchmal da und manchmal nicht, ein paar Menschen sind wohl gar nie richtig da, wenn ich mir das recht überlege. Aber sie war manchmal da. Dann ging sie auf ihren Stelzenbeinen vorbei an uns allen und […]

February 27, 2020

the envelope


Short Stories

The house was empty, as it had been for years. A thin shingle of light came unbidden through a crack in the blinds into the otherwise dark room. It was a sombre darkness, full of half-shadows and dense with words never spoken, bottled up in this kitchen for years. The light ate its way across […]

November 27, 2019

park closes at dusk


Short Stories

The sheer magnitude of a summer in New York City threatened to swallow me whole in late August of ’98. Instead of going out for eggs on toast on Saturday mornings and hanging around Central Park late Friday evenings and generally having a damn good time of it – instead of all those things I’d […]

August 27, 2019

the fox


Short Stories

There is a fox, he’s sly and snouty, he wanders the woods every night around two. With all that he knows and all that he is, he goes along the muddy paths, moonlit silence looming over him, listening out for a neigh or a meow or a silent woof or any other animal’s sound. He […]

May 27, 2019

the parcel


Short Stories

Her body was a golden string, hanging upon the last thread. Eyes sunken and sallow, nothing of the old glory left. Black shadows hid in the ruins of her face where there used to be rosy cheeks and dust and debris settled on her head as if she was a statue of herself, a copy […]

March 27, 2019

the girl in the hole


Short Stories

She had never been so cold before, in all her eight, short years of living. She couldn’t really wrap her head around the mind-freezing coldness that started to nestle itself into her very bones. The numbness was not all that uncomfortable, though, she almost liked the sleepiness of her feet, the tickling. It was so […]

December 23, 2018

the house


Short Stories

There are exactly nine ghosts in this house. They are all real, even though you cannot see them. On days where the sun warms the brown bricks of the stately home and her rays are breaking through the rounded high windows you can almost adumbrate them, each one in her window, an apparition paler than […]

December 2, 2018

london notes no. 1 to no. 5


Short Stories

no. 1 Her yellow plissé trousers were a bit dishevelled by this time of night, the combination with a yellow leopard print jacket probably more than daring on others, seemed perfectly in the ordinary worn by her. Her blonde hair was already marred at the roots by the brown showing there, disclosing her true hair […]

November 25, 2018

the innocent malice


Short Stories

The pond was lying still in the middle of the park, a stone-grey surface mirroring the clouds above. There was a small boy at the edge of the pond, he was bathed in birds; doves and sparrows flurrying around him in a storm. They were hopping on the stone floor in confused circles, traipsing on […]

November 18, 2018