Gerben T.
In the night I like to go out to the forest,there I feel at bestwhen everything is obscuredby mist and…
Imagine how deep you might imagine me to beAnd cut thatin halfAfter which divide that into ten equal parts Until finallya piece…
I bought a roomone dayto collectthings that matter,like a librarybut not for books. I posted a sign one dayand strung…
it’s the tiny flutterthe silent buzzof ever present nothingnessa constant reminderof oh my
soft-spokenbullhornsfertilizing longing
He thought a wordand wrote one daya poem, a versea wisdom ray
breaking the soundof silent mildewdisturbing the peaceof a raging stormthere is no sensein mindful stillnessfor a man who thinks…
and into each nightthe stories toldof arrows shotand hearts made oldthe scars of pointed barbslie deepeach polished stone…
Her hunger woke her.It burned against the stone cold comfortof her unforgiving cell.Padding softly downdark monastery halls,she…
I know ‘the answer’but each morningupon awakeninga fog rolls ina blanket of mysterycovering my nakedness…