Garten literarischer Wirrungen / Garden of Literary Confusion

I Hotels talk! Noise, noise & life. Ah, love! II Never fight a keed. Exhaustion, work & love. III Where is the wiry bu...

It’s a pedestrian poem, it walks on its feet, someone in a shoe store called them flat but it keeps walking painlessly and covering p...

I’m surrounded by books, many of which I haven’t looked at in years. Not even been aware of. They stand there not making a peep, even t...