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  • #prayfortheworld

    My dears, the posts I promised you are either in the making or were already finished and timed. Regarding the events that took place IN THE WORLD during the last days everything else falls silent. Therefore, today once more a poem of farewell. In silent memory. “With every breath we take and every move we…

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  • One night in February

    Photo & Editing: artaquis #tbt: Once night in February One night in February, after I had followed my never resting thoughts for way too long, I decided to do what I had been wanting to do for days, no, for weeks, and prepared to take a walk. I promised myself to only take paths that…

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  • Gap

    Dieser Beitrag ist auch auf Deutsch verfügbar I write for you. About you. I don’t write you. I translate you. Into a format that I understand. But like in all translations of great works, something might, or surely does get lost. Because the words do not suffice. Freedom of interpretation. So I have to learn…

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  • Blood and Ink

    I bleed my heart out onto this page. This snow-white blank page. Black ink and red blood. Misery can create beauty and melancholy can capture pretty pictures. One more unspoken word. Ink. One more untold story. Blood. The pressure becomes unbearable, so I open my mouth and I open my heart. I speak ink and…

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  • Oceandeep

    Photo & Editing: Ralph Wietek I tried to keep you close to me. I didn’t succeed, I didn’t succeed. A thousand seas I would have sailed, but I failed, I failed. Tried my best to protect you from the storm that was raging in my chest, but my best just wasn’t good enough, so I…

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  • Dear Brother

    #tbt: I once submitted this one to a flash fiction competition with the given topic of “a lie”. Unfortunately, I didn’t win, but I hope you like it. 🙂 Dear Brother, Probably you’re going to call me a liar, as everyone else does in our neat and narrow-minded neighbourhood. But you’re old enough now. Happy…

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  • Underground

    I enter the underground. It’s packed, but there is a free seat next to a woman of distant origin. Round about forty. She’s rummaging in her handbag, but takes it onto her lap and shuffles around to make space for me. She gives me a smile, barely noticeable, but a smile so full of warmth…

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  • In Memoriam

    Dieser Beitrag ist auch auf Deutsch verfügbar translated from the German original Since death has taken you away from me I learned how fragile life can be. Life’s journey we all share but seldom there are hands that care. Now we think it’s broken, the bond that once was so strong, but no one can…

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  • Mirror Madness

    Dieser Beitrag ist auch auf Deutsch verfügbar Photo & Editing: Ralph Wietek Fitting to the upcoming Halloween, here something uncanny 😉 Mirror Madness The uncanny. The unfamiliar. Something that doesn’t feel familiar, not like home anymore. The other. And yet it is in my home. Should normally be an image of myself and not of…

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  • Enough

    #tbt: Enough! Nobody ever thought that she’d leave them. But she left them all. They fought too much or not enough. Why she left them? Because they didn’t have the right perception of her. And she couldn’t convince them to change their view. Is it now her fault because she was incapable to show them…

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  • Book Recommendation: The Book Thief

    As I have honoured Markus Zusak’s work in my latest #sundaystory, I’d now like to give a ‘real’ recommendation for this book. Attention! There might be some spoilers. But this is going to be more of a personal story about this book. So, let’s start at the beginning. As you might know by now, I…

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  • Lonely Heart of an Artist

    Lonely Heart of an Artist Maybe I have to have a lonely heart to be a good artist. From time to time I’m allowed a small glimpse of what it feels like to be connected and this feeling causes enthusiasm and enthusiasm causes energy and this energy can be transformed into art. Maybe I’d be…

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  • My Secret Place

    for a lovely girl, P. My Secret Place When you feel bitter in your heart as if all the pieces of you fall apart and you feel lost in time and space, don‘t give up, but search for that secret place that‘s hidden deep inside yourself and you will feel protected by a shell that…

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  • Reflection

    Photo: Kathrin Mauksch I look into the mirror but it doesn’t reflect me. A blurred silhouette in a watery periphery. I trusted a stranger and I doubted my heart. Seems like I mistook angels for demons and demons for angels. A blurred picture in a watery mirror. I do not reflect. I’m trapped. Stuck. My…

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  • Broken Angel

    Photo & Editing: Tofublock Photography I’m a broken angel, But not a fallen one, I’m gonna fix it and once it’s done, I’m gonna lift and raise up high, Above the shiniest star I’m gonna fly, With mended wings, A puppet without strings, Forget all the struggle and the mess, White light is gonna caress…

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