i’m certainly no poet but here are two poems i wrote, which i’d like to preserve. The first is about my Finnish friend Minna, who was my eldest sister in my last life. The second is about a Bosche girl who, i think, was another sister from back then.


perhaps you were born in the snow

and lost

and so never learnt the art of summer

the quiet ways of pleasure



oh frowning black cat

my worrier, my anxious one

my kindly vampire

in love with the sun

And a translation of the first poem, by the frowning black cat herself:

vielleicht wurdest du im schnee geboren

und verloren

und lerntest drum nie des sommers kunst

die stillen wege der wonne

i feel they all belong together.