there might be
grief i don't see and
screams i don't hear

Dillo Fenderson

white patches, dark shapes
pools of misty gold light
a blue-gray backdrop

Dillo Fenderson

they don't exist
much less in winter
and so don't need space

Dillo Fenderson

finally!
my bike
can count again

Dillo Fenderson

too early did i think
that he was halfway
back to normal

Asuguo

my friend harvey,
the invisible
zombie rabbit

Dillo Fenderson

one year is enough
to forget the cold
in my hands

Dillo Fenderson

too much activity
in too little time
prevents quiet

Dillo Fenderson

mit schrecken stell ich
fest: heuer kommt das
christkind nicht !

Asuguo

wounds and garlic
are a painful
combination

Asuguo