Garten literarischer Wirrungen / Garden of Literary Confusion

Die Nächte gingen sehr dunkel vorbei. Gewaltige Schreie liefen im Wind. Am nächsten Tag erinnerten wir uns an gar nichts. In der Zeit kla...

... sind tief – aber das ist noch lange keine Garantie dafür, dass etwas drin ist. – Iself Dringend notwendige Ergänzung eines alten S...

Monate und Monate, Wochen, Tage – unlernbares Jahr. April mit kurzsichtiger Brille auf der Gartenbank. Juli verbietet dir, allein zu schla...

or: Liturgy in the Sky Again   Presentation of the role of straw Heron This lake. For taking steps Besides, why bother in the water, a...

Indelible Bright flags strung up on timelines flutter their good-byes into the present – Johannes Beilharz (© 2010) A haiku to say g...

Grey melody. Earth and sky sing in you And are Spring. – Peter Hille (1854-1904) (Translation of Nachtigall ; copyright © of translati...

Graue Melodie. In dir singen Erde und Himmel Und sind Frühling. – Peter Hille (1854-1904) Dieses Gedicht flatterte mir in der gestrige...

You do ignite that rotten side of me – now please be gone, old fart – depart! – Felix Morgenstern (© 2010) Written around depart, ignit...

redeeming snowy rooftops upper east side manhattan looking toward sunrise 12th floor blinking red for planes and below the neighbor...

Elton John says GOP oil leak in trouble for 5 states Shootings kill census mail blockade of Bullock Illegal Alabama immigrants say new con...

Dark-eyed, from across the Hooghly she beckons to me Mysterious night across the river beckons to me The old chamber softly lit becko...

It’s 7 a.m. on Sunday morning. It’s the apartment and me. The first word to hear is yet to come from somewhere – most likely through a t...

Alors vint la salsa... – Gino Ducreuil I      The salsa enters on the tiptoes of celery its bongos are maroon leathery mushrooms    ...

You call my attempts risible, but please leave me some lowly pedestal at least – Felix Morgenstern (© 2010) Written for napowrimo #20...

Crystal clear is my love. – Jackie de Shannon I approach the dark forest Its darkness swallows me up After a while I discern a path It ...