Dear April: New Gold

Dear April, I barely blinked and the world has changed – again. It’s funny how quickly these things happen, how the true changes often come within a single second. They could be decisions, like finally settling on what you really want after a long-standing inner argument or nature taking its course, like day turning into night, sunshine being replaced by velvety darkness and stars taking their role as the…
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Dear March: Eating Words

Dear March, a mouthful of poetry, in every single bite; an entire anthology of stories within the clever composition of a multi-course meal; a tale of rivalry and companionship written in fine sauces and extravagant crèmes – that’s what food is to me. It’s what I think about when looking at a beautifully garnished plate, tasting a perfectly cooked meal or even just reading through the gems hiding away…
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Dear August: Time and Time again

Dear August, I stop mid-sentence, resting my ink-stained fingers against my head. The words, so eager and ready to find their place on the page before me, are forced to hold back and wait for another excruciating second, before I pick up my pen again. Even then my own stern voice rings too loudly through my head: do I have time for this? There is a sheer endless amount…
Stockholm
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Dear July: Sunsets and Tears

Dear July, all of a sudden I find it hard to breathe, harder still to keep my tears at bay. Even though, I have lived with myself long enough to know that they will eventually find their way across my cheeks, I look towards the sky trying to force them to dry up through the sheer power of my will. High above me the scenery is breathtaking. The sky…
Vienna
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