Moonless queens

If I lived here, I could tell myself: Perpetual building lot in front of the Misirlou. I look out of the window, at the buildings, read: Tausendschön, Glaube und Wahrheit, Liebling, Zu mir oder zu dir. I look into a last warm light. The sun is fading behind the half naked trees. And fabulous roman

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sine qua non / nichts als

I’d rather sleep with ghosts on quiet mornings than being the duchess the red duchess touches on quiet mornings I took a walk everything that has ever been obscured I didn’t come back leaf canopy look after me red desire on quiet mornings betray your face betray the duchess now everything that has ever been

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Glacierism / Gletschern

a word is a wing of a butterfly that beats that soars up in cloud pulp and like cling film lies atop the glacier’s blue a word is a glacierblue in cloud pulp making clear what is ambiguous a wing of a butterly in cling film that flies a cling film protects a word which

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Heroines.

They say, meeting your childhood heroes disentchants you. This glorious image you had will vanish. You will realize that your hero is just a human being like everyone else. So it’s better not to meet them when you grow up. Thank God I didn’t lose my ability to see the world as a magical place.

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gone again

wir sehen film projections in schwarz und weiß, ein Dream of Life und horses, horses, horses in GLORIA and Jesus died for somebody’s sins // but not mine wir trinken Rotwein, Viertelweise kleben fest an altem Ranz commend into the wind // wir trinken in fremden Küchen beneath the southern cross es ist drei Uhr

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Home.

When I quit my flat, it had just turned October. Summers’ days were fading, mornings and evenings slowly getting nippier and grey clouds covering the sky oftentimes. I was sitting in front of the window, watching planes of the nearby airport taking off, while I filled boxes with bits and bobs. Darkness started to creep

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Plant Sensations

I carry my wrathroots firm in my stomach anxietyflowers sprout from my neck tie the lovebeech her leaves have shrivelled long this year I am mis-sensed dis-felt ivy-despair has obscured my sight my pleasure-grass tastes short and sallow rose-sorrow thornes in my heart and the melancholia-marguerites blossom early this year they’re still in flower between

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True Blood fringes my Game of Thrones.

I admit it. I am highly prone to addictive behaviour. Especially when it comes to entertainment. When I have found a book or TV series that I like, I have to read/see all of it, end-to-end. I am probably a bit of a nerd, too. The kind of nerd that read The Lord of the

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I’m not gay.

I love unicorns. And Madonna. And Fetish-Clubs. And Drag-Queens. I’m not a bad person, but sometimes, when someone gets to me, I want to punch them. I’m not into football, but I watch Championsleague. I’m not gay, but I really like feather boas. I read this sentence a few weeks ago on facebook. “I’m not

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