The Poet and her Pen

Her mind is a cauldron of chaos, her own doggerel has made her vomit, the bitter taste thick on her tongue – some words give her indigestion. Vincent must have felt the same painting a starry night in Saint-Remy. But she loves the fruity fragrance of words that fly in her mind like a sunnyContinue reading “The Poet and her Pen”

Travel Report: Florida Nostalgia.

Florida Nostalgia. The summers of 1989, 1991, 1994. Hey folks, I’m gonna try something different today. In fact, this is is not your usual programming. After eight instalments documenting my U.S. travel nostalgia, I found myself tempted by the prospect of concluding the series with a piece that goes even further back. Now when I sayContinue reading “Travel Report: Florida Nostalgia.”

Twilight

The golden rays recede Forced to retreat, to withdraw, As twilight chases the day away Drawing the curtains temporarily On the daily war waged in the skies Turning the tables in the battle between the Sun and the Moon, As the balance shifts From the light to the dark The Sun makes his way toContinue reading “Twilight”

Nietzsche in the alps — Writing for Therapy

It was a cold, winter morning. Like every day, Fredrich Neitzsche woke up early. He used to live in a cottage which he had made for himself. There was not a single soul for miles away. Only the occasional thumping of the horses could be heard like little whispers, little murmurs which was faint. Nietzsche […]Continue reading “Nietzsche in the alps — Writing for Therapy”

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