Openings cht cht plop plop tok tok drip drip What is the sound of water penetrating the crack in the ceiling? tap tap tapping into my brain Chinese water torture disturbing my slumber eroding… Continue Reading →
The Scream (in memory of Orlando: June 12, 2016) One evening I was walking along a path, the city was on one side and the fjord below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out over the fjord—the… Continue Reading →
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