Praag Dooit
Klokken rekken zich, stenen strekken, smeltwater ruist door kasseien, druppels vloeien, adem ontstaat. De Vltava rilt, splijt haar huid, mist vlucht, bruggen dampen, de stad vervaagt in rimpelend licht. Stemmen…
free verseA collection of 29 posts
The Pour
She begins brittle, tightly curled, a rustle of dry whispers waiting for a reason to unfurl. I linger, calm and quiet, until her need stirs me, kindling the flame that…
The Hands Know the Hour
In the morning I weigh my hours, measuring minutes I might not meet, I decide to mark the calendar with ink instead of with doubt— As though tomorrow is a…
Call It Living
We rise as stars they hoped would never burn, glow as sparks they tried to smother in ash. Let them build walls to keep us out, draw lines that define…
Our Fragile Threads
The house sighs heavy now— its walls no longer know how to hold us. Our photographs sit like ghosts on the mantel, cold witnesses to what we were before the edges of our lives frayed, before we forgot how to reach for each other.…