A Missing Mirror

October 24, 2015 § 1 Comment

I got up this morning and went straight to the mirror that was not there. The wall the mirror used to hang on was renovated last spring and afterwards I somehow preferred the white wall naked and neutral. It is the spot where the sun dives into the bedroom through the window every morning. I often watch the spot of light getting bigger and then smaller again as clouds fly past the sun. A meditative moment in the rare times when staying in bed longer is possible. I could live without my reflection for a while, I thought, even if this round mirror was a particularly beloved one.

But this morning I was obviously so confused that I searched for an image of myself first. One has to make sure she exists sometimes. I stood in front of the white wall and looked deep inside it. First surprised, then searching and realizing, and finally searching again. It was much more difficult to see myself in that white wall, but I was still in that room.

 A missing mirror is like a missing friend.

All Muses Die Young

October 21, 2015 § 3 Comments

You’re not the summer

You’re not quite healthy

(And you burned yourself while ironing yesterday)

You’re not twenty but not even eighty

You’re simply not in the right age

You’re not a have-not but you also cannot

(And you tried to buy the good dress but the shop was closed)

You could not talk but could not stop

You had not the power to not listen either

(And all your knowledge is still not shared)

You are not there

(And all your words will bring you nowhere)

You are not her

(And if she copies you, you are unaware)

You are not a woman

You are not a man

You are a creature that will die young

This New Life

October 3, 2015 § Leave a comment

This new life.

But don’t forget.

Your song.


Of Lost Paradises

October 2, 2015 § Leave a comment

Abel and Cain.


Of lost paradises.



October 1, 2015 § Leave a comment

Autumn colours.

Sky cuts.



Wounds of light.


Meeting Point

September 30, 2015 § 1 Comment



Meeting point.


A Light Poem

September 29, 2015 § 2 Comments

Morning light in the woods.

Evening light in the city.

Last light before dusk.


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