“It was an imperfect and unexpected reap, but it was silent enough for an eternal sleep.”
By MARCO CAMILO MOJARES
Bathe in fluid made of mourning tears.
A window fogged, it’s never been clear.
A fragile glass separating me from the dead.
A cold heart beneath my cozy bed. Continue reading “An amber trace”
“Growing up in Western Europe in the nineties, my generation was optimistic about the future.”
By ALBERT MEIJER
My boss looked me dead in the eyes when she asked me: but do you love working here? Continue reading “Why you shouldn’t look for a job you love”
“I’m done excusing you. I’ve ran out of reasons to console my wounded inhibitions and I have to get a grip of myself before I totally lose it to you.”
By LADY FRITZ LITANG
I have to. Continue reading “I need to stop myself from wanting you”
