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.
I cannot touch it, but in the wind.
Behind foggy glasses they ask me if I want to bleib (stay) here for immer (always) / Immer is such a long dirty word