So Proust takes me into his crystal ball of the past / Or is it a magnifying glass?
There are stories and poems everywhere, and in everything.
Longing for cake and applause? Maike invites you to come over and show off your Fernweh poetry chops.
A fulfilling relationship in the eyes of this Berlin-based poet.
Before parting with my classmates, before embarking for the big adventure called adult life, we enjoyed Corfu in the spring with its sunsets, its old buildings, its incredibly beautiful landscapes.
I cannot touch it, but in the wind.