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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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, […]

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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 […]

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the photograph


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 […]

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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

home (again)


The last time I went to London, I was with my mum. We were staying at a nice hotel and London was just this dreamy city, this chunk of people and places and houses and stories that I was only allowed to visit on occasion, peek in for a short weekend before I had to […]

December 16, 2018



You are breathing fire, a phoenix risen from the embers reborn and yet the same as always; strong and dark and clever and good.   You are breathing fire because it has been spreading in your lungs a small spark planted there when you were born, feeding on all the small and big injustices that […]

December 9, 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