I call myself My name is: Hanna. I call myself: broom in the plural. I call myself: yellow. I call myself: bush with buds, between which the wind strokes toward […]
Looking Up Peter emails me a picture of the clouds, which he sees from his desk, along with the message: look at it and reflect, Hanna. I looked at the picture, […]
Red marker Grandma asks if I want a glass of lemonade. I quickly say yes, so she disappears back into the kitchen, leaving me alone. She has put the new markers […]
Rain on a Velux Soaking dog weather outside the walls that surrounded me. The grass in the garden had evolved from straw yellow to vivid green thanks to the gallons […]
The Tin Drum / Die Blechtrommel Allein auf Rasputin wollte ich mich nicht verlassen, denn allzubald wurde mir klar, daß auf dieser Welt jedem Rasputin ein Goethe gegenübersteht, […]
Goethe’s Elf King Goethe’s Elf King I wrote a blog last week about “Spleen,” an – I think to myself – ugly word for a particularly unique […]