Bianca LandwolfGoodbye (unofficial)Only in Vienna butter and ham, your broken pants. Sticky skies of August above; Distant Sky playing in the background.Feb 2, 2020Feb 2, 2020
Bianca LandwolfCommunication, like loveI was thinking about you yesterday (and some other day). I use the word “thinking” because “missing” would discomfort you.Jan 8, 2020Jan 8, 2020
Bianca LandwolfModern loveCall me when you’re fixed. When the sun enters your lungs and your stories can breathe. Call me when your smile can bite any sort of pain…May 1, 2018May 1, 2018
Bianca LandwolfAs a FemaleFerocious as a mother. Tender with street animals. Lonely in your bed. Inaccessible and far when silent. Not enough for your standards…Mar 12, 2018Mar 12, 2018
Bianca LandwolfImperativesWrite in black. Think in red. Leave behind what’s familiar and find your comfort zone in forgotten airports. Don’t say goodbye. Don’t come…Nov 21, 2017Nov 21, 2017
Bianca LandwolfProse for a HorseThe boy in red looks out of his window when the sun is still lazy and covered with dew. I always wonder what crosses his mind when his gaze…Nov 13, 2017Nov 13, 2017
Bianca LandwolfFeeling HomeI feel home on a bike that I don’t own and don’t ride with confidence. In a room where the walls are not drenched with the smell of my…Jun 14, 2017Jun 14, 2017