Meandering home

When I shine my walking boots

When I shine my walking boots everything is underway I remember the dusty sand trail that I didn't walk for long, but they were so present, like the big rocks lining the path leading to the limestone hill One proved enough, a rock the size of a tree trunk, to sit me down. My boots ...

30 July, 2018

boots, memory, walking

Poetry

Reading: A Found Photo by Jacques Réda

Jacques Réda (b.1929) is a French poet and lover of jazz. His poetry often conveys small and innocent scenes. I read a poem about an old photo, wonderfully translated by Jenny Feldman: A Found Photo One day the three of us out in this boat. The day black and white but clearly summer For in ...

26 July, 2018

boat, Jacques Réda, love, memory

Poetry

Uprooted

When I was born, my parents planted a birch tree in our back garden. I could not see it from my room at the front of the house. The room in which I read my Winnetou, in which I touched a breast for the first time. The room I painted ocher, and decorated with beer ...

11 May, 2018

childhood, memory, roots

Poetry

Morning Routine

I have the best morning routine. It's an exceptional morning routine. It's quick and new and 'smart'. You do this morning routine, it will blow people out of the water. They'll never see it coming! It's the number one routine. The absolute best. There is a healthy brain guru named Jim Kwik who is peddling ...

13 April, 2018

brain, Jim Kwik, memory, morning routine

Essays, Laughs

To my child

today I stage a rebirth of my desire to see the world through your eyes if you see the flowers stare at you from their blushing fields you are like a sun to them so I invited myself to your dream and do you know mine about the thankfulness of a well, the divine right ...

22 December, 2017

child, life, love, memory, thankfulness

Poetry

EIFFEL TOWER

In Vegas and Macau they have fake Eiffel towers. Smaller of course than the original in Paris. They are there to invoke Paris. The Eiffel tower is 324 meters high I learned that number in school. One day someone will build a taller one in Shanghai or Dubai or Doha or such place Years will amplify ...

6 October, 2017

Eiffel tower, memory, steel

Poetry

At the Zoo

About a month ago, I took Miru to the Tierpark Berlin. When we entered the large park, she had no expectation and did what she does best: smiling at the guys who checked our tickets and nagging for a candy she sees in the hand of an other child. I, on the other hand, had ...

10 November, 2015

animals, memory, Zoo

Miru

Pfffrt.

[series-miru] Pfffrt. Miru is now sixteen months, and she's adorable. I think I can't find the words for it, which is a wonderful irony because she is getting more expressive every day. I've been meaning to write this for a long time, and I have the feeling it might already be outdated because Miru is ...

24 May, 2014

memory, pleasure, slide, toddler

Essays, Miru, The good life

Aging with you

I want to see my hair turn grey while you are smiling at me I want to sit next to the sea with you, and kiss your temples every day I want to sense the slow decay of time, behind the windows of our place I want to drink the smiles from your face and ...

20 May, 2014

aging, memory, old age

Poetry

A sample meditation

I found this prepared on my computer today. Could you help me explain what it means?

meditation

You see the elements of your memory tumbling down in front of you, in a great column of swirling hot air. You can recognize people, scenes, ideas that have been important to you.See them all fall down. ...

20 June, 2011

grip, hot air, meaning, meditation, memory

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A sample meditation

20 June, 2011

grip, hot air, meaning, meditation, memory

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