Friday, 16 February 2018

GESCHICHTE


GESCHICHTE

The sea kept them out 
The sea kept us in 
Drowning in nostalgia and nationalism 

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

GESCHICHTE

As said, opined Ines 
(Her audience had grown),
The streets are a mess,
There's no place like home. 

My senses are sore 
My heart is quite dead. 
The life that I long for
Goes on in my head. 




Tuesday, 13 February 2018

GESCHICHTE

Indeed, these days Ines was so lonely that she'd have welcomed gladly an encounter with someone she professed to hate so long as he were familiar. 



GESCHICHTE

The man she'd loved most had had beautiful arms. 

Now she was obsessed with a stranger because he had too. 

GESCHICHTE


As the streets began to disintegrate into pot holes and rubble, the urgency to create Home Beautiful increased in a frenzy. 

The obsolete white goods and soft furnishings were left on the pavement to rot. Stray cats slept on cushions and dogs pissed up armchair legs.