I can’t help thinking of the storks in the marshland behind the row of new builds they’ve stopped returning to their African home maybe they’ve grown used to their icy South German escape I don’t know why it feels significant why I prefer listening to Radio 4 watch the Queen’s Christmas speech for the first time the pomp behind thin lips commentators found it comforting I once found a serpentine it didn’t shine or glitter small as my thumbnail almost […]
Because they’ve revoked my quarantine exemption changes in regulations for anyone from the UK after the new strain of the virus straining logic Fear lives in the reptilian brain just look at how thick their skin alone so I don’t argue back this time quietly reduce my radius to what I can see grateful the message came after yesterday’s walk across deeply frozen ground leaves crunching underneath my hiking boots like Kelloggs
I find out that I’m released from quarantine after all my negative result from a test taken on arrival day counts after all because I’m visiting my sister with no intent of living at their home § 2 Abs. 3 Nr. 2 a) is freedom wedged between curfew and Christmas tree I find myself offering a helping hand to my brother in law tasked with decorating it for the first time in over two decades […]
I swear I heard a slow drum beat low pitched like tympanis solemn marching forward but then it was my heart our hearts beating together in this silence between day and night thin as a knife’s cut when I finally fell asleep I was greeted by a brown bear under the canopy of green leafs no danger just strength maybe your quarter Canadian spirit willing me on I remember it now days later up here on the ladder […]
My friends here congratulate me on my narrow escape messages and emails keep arriving it feels dramatic a glimpse of history in the making all flights now prohibited most borders closed off conjuring up images of barbed-wire-topped concrete Schutzwall like a door slammed in my face I’m now officially on the other side outside severed more than separated I read up on police enforcements at London stations stopping people from non-essential journeys for Christmas some truths […]
Home sounds more like a softness the hum of the 1960s stereo you never turn off the song of the fridge filling the gap after your favourite Blue Notes album finished the emptiness of the room trying to tell us lies we never believed though still listened to I unpack my suitcase in this other home at least it’s the one I put down under ‘home address’ on the Digitale Einreiseanmeldung compliant with Corona rules Hang […]
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