pi & anne

tanka

  • a three-patch problem

    my finger runs along the spines of books at my nightstand no, none of them could…

  • a roll of butter

    the jumpers are still wet at the cuffs after a weekI let myself in, I let…

  • a crack

    a crackin the centuriesold patina of teatrying to spread goodand yet it might be not enough…

  • Till the gate is open

    we’re sitting on the library stairstill the gate is openI listen tothe honks from the river

  • Orion

    i’m going to—the libraryon this dayi met Simone Weiland light rain After a decade long break,…

  • running down

    a jet of waterrunning downthe tapmy hairthe sink I love words with double-meaning. They give me…

  • a friday clothes line

    a Friday clothes linewith carelessly hung garmentsmy needsnot ready to betaken down eine Freitagswäscheleinemit achtlos aufgehängten…

  • somehow you have to

    on the streeta beheadedred carnationsomehow you have tolive auf der straßeeine geköpfterote nelkeman muss doch irgendwieleben