life
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FLASH FICTION “IT…”
I was, wasn’t I? An it… And this morning I woke up – I, myself, me and went to my, mine standard coffee shop and played a game of hide and seek with myself. “Why did I hide myself from myself, anyway?” I didn’t know… did I care? “Yep, I cared, I bloody knew I… Continue reading
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ESSAY “Tradition”
I base my own opinion of it on my personal experience of looking at photographies of passed away authors, mostly from the literary era of modernism of the twentieth century. No need even to mention them, we all know who I mean, the artists of the twentienth century, mostly form the first half. Looking at… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “Wood”
Something about waking up, makes you think you are in a forrest, with all that wood going around these days. “We mean by it, it is spring, and nature is waking.” So we went out of our bedroom and through the backdoor of our kitchen, and yes – you guessed- to the busse woods.We were… Continue reading
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POEM “Clothes”
I could notBear the tendencyTo feel shameAnd fearAnd not toTake youEroticallyFor theCommonExcitementWe felt for eachother.So I took your clothes offAnd made you take mine offTill we ended up wakingAt dawn andPutting them on again. Continue reading
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POEM “One Morning”
I woke up one morningThe washing machine grinded my brain to ashThe fridge did call my hunger via phonecallThe dishwasher spoke to the gasTo deal with it how to explode laterSo I went out of the houseTo stroll the morning streetsAt least the wind wasn’t loud- it just whispered to meA blow Of fresh air Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “Little DeCoy”
There it went, and disappeared – but why? The decoy was prepared, for a operation no one wanted to know about, except you already know who.To whom, they screamed out of sorrow the only question they had.For us all? Or them you call your own? “Who are thee, may I ask, entering my state of… Continue reading
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POEM “What for?”
We did it“They begged us” we said, when they asked– “Why?”What for, did we do it ?- to survive.We begged freedomBecause we saw too muchunfortunately, our fate is such.We did feel sorrowBecause we had it comingThis wicked tomorrow.From noone we did borrowSuch tremedousBurden and horror.For what we wantis not to wantso it began– The Hunt. Continue reading
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POEM “Murder”
A kitchen knifethat stabbed your wifethat did not knowwhy the strife- it was a bloody messShe didn’t see, wasn’t even helplessSo I, took a stroll out into the nightthrough the backdoor. Continue reading
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CHESS
On board said the hands the set up the table. I’ll put you all in the right place, with my figurative fingers, that worked and built through out life. The figures were heavy, as if they were molten out of iron. Never, ever did I think, I would someday overrule them all. „You fuck with… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “Dip the quill in”
DIP THE QUILL IN I killed with ink, many times before. It was to dense, the water in the glass. I always drank it, till it was empty. So I tought to my self. I’m just a poor guy, living on charity and water, so I told my self „I’ll sell even the glass in… Continue reading
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