Pinned49 Hours in BelgradeI go to a party in Belgrade. The trip is six hours long, I cross Europe from North West to South East. On my way down, I get to see…Oct 4, 2022Oct 4, 2022
On the Microcosm of Language, on Parallel Universes, but Not About Grief, Not About Grief At AllFor D.B.C.Sep 12, 2023Sep 12, 2023
CeciliaThree girls walking home, lanky, silly, chatty, all three young, all three new.Jan 30, 2023Jan 30, 2023
On Food, and Carrying Sorrow, and Carrying Regret, but Mostly on FoodDisappearing, disappearing almost completely, almost without a trace, it happens slowly, piece by piece, it does take time.Jan 3, 2023Jan 3, 2023
SvarttrostenAnother story where I can’t settle on the language, it has happened before, I start, and I stumble, and I start again, the three languages…Dec 26, 2022Dec 26, 2022
MotherI am as old now as my mother was when she fell, when she disappeared. Yet I’m still here, and so is she.Nov 21, 2022Nov 21, 2022
The SundayI take her face in my hands and look into her eyes, and say the words slowly and distinctly, so she knows that I mean it — Dušo moja!, you…Aug 14, 2022Aug 14, 2022
Things I’ve LostI’ve lost the feeling of knowing exactly exactly how it feels to stand by a horse, and gently clap his mule, and know that the horse used…Jul 10, 2022Jul 10, 2022
