3 unfinished thoughts

(1)
this flower, i found it here in the garden, underneath the peonies that had blossomed in April. now it is August, and this flower, it isn't even a flower yet. it is just three hairy green leaves. "and how will you grow there, in the shade?", i say. the flower doesn't answer.
so i go buy a terracotta pot to plant her into, to move her to a sunnier spot. still i worry that it is too late already, that the year won't have enough sun left for the flower to finish its growth, that it will leave her unfinished, green, without

(2)
flowers. they are female here in Germany. die Blume. she flower. the opposite of flowers are trees. they are male. der Baum. he tree. and then there is the third

(3)
it happened years ago, in another city. it was summer, she's sure of that, as the heat was standing in the street, dense and vivid, even in the late evening. they sat outside, her and a colleague, drinking another drink, basically to postpone the moment of having to step into the hotel, into solid, temperature-filled space.
maybe it was the heat that melted the line between being colleagues and being friends, she still isn't sure of it. all she knows is that at one point, they were miles beyond small talk.
"there's this concept", her colleague said, her eyes suddenly all clear and open.
"or more something like a wish for life - to never

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photo friday, challenge "unfinished"

summer crossing

it's August, and i am wearing a sweater and socks. this is Germany, Middle of Europe, it really should be summer-ish here now, but temperatures are down in the cellar. and instead of sun, there is rain. and not just rain, but rainrainrain since Monday, to the point that rivers are starting to flood.

now the doorbell just rang. and i received a parcel from an online shop order. the nice thing is, they included a little inflatable gift. one that would be perfect for the season, theoretically. but now it looks both funny and sad: a blue water ball.

couldn't help it, had to take a photo of the ball, also because it oddly fits the book i am reading these days, a book that i brought from the library in the last week of July, assuming it would be the perfect read for the following month: Truman Capote's Summer Crossing.

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photo friday, challenge "oddity"
listening to.. a band called AIR
reading.. stories in six sentences

recent publications

august. sunflower petals carried away by green birds. rain drops falling like stars. old letters in a box, taking me back to Asia. white splashes of colour on my shoes. and - words in various sizes and shapes.

- 20 minutes in berlin (short story)

- renditions of her (poem)

- rave / transition / one / swallow / asleep (5 poems)

- Arriverci (short story)

the whole list, here.

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reading: Truman Capote, Summer Crossing
listening to: REM, Around the Sun

drip drop

rain, the weathermen had promised. the clouds arrived in the night, yet they kept all the drops for themselves, for the sky, oblivious of the earth's dryness, of the news forecast.

at noon, she went outside, and opened the lid of the water tank. she looked up to the sky one more time, one last time. then she filled the bucket, and made the way through the garden, knowing from past experience that it would start to drizzle just 5 minutes after she finished.

and it did, for whatever reason.

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photo friday, challenge: wet