Mr. B. scolds muttering into himself. “Elevator broken. The fucking thing’s always broken.” He stomped up the stairs. His apartment was on the third floor. […]
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Winter sun-blue
This late December morning the sun was reflected glaringly by frozen snow. It burned through the windshield, was a white explosion. Blinded, I ducked into […]
Continue readingThe House between the Cemeteries
Yesterday or the day before I saw the picture of a house. More precisely, a photo. In me something sounded like tender music with irritating, […]
Continue readingMonika Detering – So long, goodbye
She was sitting in this bar, at this table, moving it straight. On the tabletop were cuts and notches, referred to names she didn’t know. […]
Continue readingMonika Detering: Sisters
I came from the Dokkumer market, had fetched fish, took the basket from the bicycle and put it down. The merchant had wrapped it in […]
Continue readingDe Strippkes Trekker
An autumn day that I didn’t expect like this in November. Luminous. A sky as if painted with sea blue. A drive from Düren, further […]
Continue readingTrack Number 7
I like the darkness speeding by. Even the flashing, scurrying lights. It’s like they’re in a hurry to get there. Maybe home, wherever that is. […]
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