Berlin Stories

An archive of writing composed during my creative writing workshop from 2010 to 2012. Now also contains anglophone writings I composed alone. "Only in the mother tongue can one speak one’s truth. In a foreign tongue the poet lies."-- Paul Celan

Saturday, November 17, 2018

N'IMPORTE OÙ HORS DU MONDE

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I have missed the seasons. I have missed my scarf, my trench coat; I have missed crushing fallen leaves with leather shoes and warming u...
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Monday, November 20, 2017

le chat fantôme à père lachaise

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So be the post-modern german interpretation of the black cat phantom at père lachaise. Tomb stone and garden deco. Work of "art,...
Sunday, August 13, 2017

The Berlin Stories: post script

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I had written (and lived in) drama and poetry, experienced ardent passion and hopeless dissociation, embarked on adventures and misadve...
Saturday, June 27, 2015

Obituary

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“She had existed and now she did not. Not at all, as if not ever.”  –Alice Munro Das unumgängliche– that cannot be tackled. Not b...
Saturday, March 14, 2015

The Berlin Stories

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I want to go back to summer 2012. Melancholia had not yet seized us. The world was not yet out of joint. We were free spirits-- aspir...
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