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 […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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The story of the original sin is told in the third chapter of the Genesis. It is said that the snake told Adam’s wife, who does not have a name in the version that I read, to taste the apple from the forbidden tree because then her eyes would open, truly, and she would know […]

January 27, 2020



Another year is over and things are standing still by moving quicker than I know to walk. It’s been the year of             home-coming, re-settling job-starting, overtime-making protest-going, speech-writing, signatures-collecting             pizzas in piazze in Verona thesis-working, myself-presenting, on a copper platter of thistles piercing-forsaking, beatles-forgetting-and-remembering like I do almost every year missed chances and […]

December 27, 2019

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



Did you know that the French revolutionaries introduced a new calendar after the French Revolution? The day they abrogated the monarchy was pronounced as the first day of “An I de la République”. Every month lasted for 30 days, divided into three decades of ten days. The twelve months were named after the seasonal occurrences […]

October 27, 2019

five books I read this summer

Book Reviews

Something that struck me about myself the other day was this: With music, I mostly listen to men’s voices. With books, I mostly listen to the voices of women. This summer I have spent a considerable amount of time reading some excellent female writers: How to Be Both by Ali Smith (4.5/5) This is a […]

September 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

runaway girls


runaway girls instead of runway girls they fled from a world of constraint and shame with nothing to look forward to but everything after they’d secretly unchecked the boxes on their father’s app enabling their own freedom so that they could be allowed (technically) to break free, to run away, to any country which was […]

July 27, 2019



Was ist es an Worten, das uns bindet? Ein Mensch könnte tausend verschiedene Dinge tun an einem Tag; abgesehen von den überlebensnotwendigen Beschäftigungen wie essen und atmen kann er auch Dinge rein aus Spass tun, er kann fernsehen, oder sich mit seinem Sternzeichen beschäftigen, oder stricken, oder eben auch: Lesen. Wieso tun wir das? Was […]

June 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

empöret euch


Naiv zu sein ist das Privileg der Jugend, sagt ihr, und belächelt uns, werdet zuweilen wütend, weil Greta euch ein schlechtes Gewissen einreden möchte. Wenn naiv zu sein das Privileg der Jugend ist, dann ist eure „Nach-mir-die-Sintflut“-Haltung das Privileg der Alten. Stell dir vor, wütend zu sein, weil junge Leute sich plötzlich doch einmal für […]

April 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

ocean arms


sea eyes and ocean arms and a thousand waves crashing against your body with nothing than a quiet cry and a loud sigh for help to look after it and love it and cherish it and all the things it does for you; to sustain you and carry you from a to b from here […]

February 27, 2019

the malaise


‚The world is not more than a disc, anyway’ said everybody and Galileo Galilei proved them wrong. ‘The moon is unattainable, anyway’ said everybody and Neil Armstrong proved them wrong. ‘We are fine, anyway’ said everybody and the world will prove them wrong.   That is the structure of the human mind. We had the […]

January 27, 2019



There’s a German saying that goes: “No master has ever fallen from heaven”. That is very true for a lot of things. It is also true for writing.   365 days is a long time. In some ways, it seems like it was only yesterday that I wrote down my little list of new year’s […]

December 30, 2018

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