I don’t write or even work on airplanes and have always admired colleagues who can do that. I need a stretch of time and sit down quietly, working with the computer or simply with paper and pencil. A few texts have accumulated over the years and I’d like to share some of them.
For as long as I can remember, I have written the occasional poem. The first ones were for my mother’s birthday or something that I would recite to be let into the “Christmas room” – our living room that had been off limits for a day and now had a Christmas tree and presents – on Christmas Eve. Some of them are in German, some in English. Many of them are translations of poems into English or German.
… is a series of blog posts, which I had originally started on the Panta Rhei site. I pick a word and start playing with it. I try to keep it timely and thoughtful.
These stories, I have only started in 2020. Many different voices. A different one in each story. In the end, it is only about one person, who does not get to speak, though.