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Math

Two people times three cities or some countries times three jobs plus possible internships to the power of luck or fate coming our way minus money and the car and divided … Continue reading

July 17, 2017 · Leave a comment

Bitte beende… diesen Satz und diese Zeit mit Eleganz.

Vor zwei Jahren… trug ich noch ein Pony und die Eierschalen vom Schlüpfen als Deutsche auf meinen Schultern. Die TFD Sommerakademie 2015 in Göttingen war… eine rundum magische, unvergessliche und … Continue reading

July 12, 2017 · Leave a comment

Poppy

These are silos where uniformed marionettes drink beer and eat too much in airports, hotel bars and other vacuums at all times of day and night and do not talk … Continue reading

July 7, 2017 · Leave a comment

Cherry-picking

A blue firmament stretches across these gentle, green, rolling hills. A few clouds float by, fleetingly so. I stroll through the streets, sensing the tingle of nostalgia mingling with tiny … Continue reading

June 20, 2017 · Leave a comment

It wasn’t hard

It’s the same old same old every time: when the first summer nights sweep across these fields or this song gets played it sinks in that nothing new can grow and … Continue reading

June 1, 2017 · Leave a comment

J-town

My only expectation from childhood on, had been to arrive here and marvel at the stories told for centuries now and stand firm once more and for good. The dusty … Continue reading

April 18, 2017 · Leave a comment

A_Ways

Twice, we’ve been to the desert now – the place that turned people into providers, poets, prophets. These bordering countries are at war with each other, and have been for … Continue reading

April 13, 2017 · Leave a comment

kadosh

there is no holiness in Hebrew without distinguishing just as there is no distinguishing without holiness. with separation, clarity arises and meaning soars, just as watercolors would turn into brown puddles … Continue reading

March 2, 2017 · Leave a comment

little flat

  every day i marvel at the way the sun rises and floods these wooden floors from a slightly different angle as summers and winters go. you find us at … Continue reading

February 27, 2017 · Leave a comment

My kid would be in her class:

   

February 18, 2017 · Leave a comment

Tournai

So that morning in the middle of the week we got up, packed up the car and left for the border. The weather never changed – whoever tells you that … Continue reading

February 12, 2017 · Leave a comment

إن شاء الله

In Arabic, no man, woman or child makes a plan without making room for human error natural forces universal energies God’s will. Even non-believers weave this wise and wondrous phrase … Continue reading

February 11, 2017 · Leave a comment

Thursday Morning

In the midst of this thing some call the crisis of migrants, my students and I were studying food vocabulary. We had to go far beyond our book, as it had … Continue reading

January 28, 2017 · Leave a comment

warning

and so women march. still and again. there and here, everywhere, and proudly, loudly so. you may wonder why we come in, need the masses. have you counted the eras … Continue reading

January 21, 2017 · Leave a comment

serious statistics

they grow from my pores like seeds from soil in spring, great and earnest expectations. both know, allegedly inadvertently so… they stretch tall like trees, positively correlating rings with speed; hence, manifestly … Continue reading

January 21, 2017 · Leave a comment

Ingrid

I wasn’t looking for an omen for the new year when I met her, I was just trying to get home, but things came differently. She talked me up as the … Continue reading

January 3, 2017 · Leave a comment

cries

whoever cries out now to God to finally fix this or to politicians to finally put up that wall forgets, fatally, that surely, love is in this place. not was back … Continue reading

December 20, 2016 · Leave a comment

some favorite podcast episodes

compelling mystery and exquisite journalistic research from Sarah Koenig: Serial – Season I, The Alibi my favorite love story one, tears: Danny and Annie my favorite love story two, sobs: The … Continue reading

December 8, 2016 · Leave a comment

TRP: WWII 0.2

Anfangs konnte ich nur ahnen, dass mein Leseprojekt dieses Jahr nicht einfach so an Literatur der NS-Zeit vorbeiführen würde. Mittlerweile habe ich es Schwarz auf Weiß, dass auch für mich … Continue reading

December 3, 2016 · Leave a comment

B.

and in this swirl of similarity in fear and hate and ignorance and mass digital dependence for the delivery of private data to those who prostitute and sell our human souls … Continue reading

December 2, 2016 · Leave a comment