In the Trap of the Language
I look at a page in one of her diaries where, next to a boat with lots of wavy lines, it says fishingwithdad in the uneven scrawl of a child still just getting used to manifesting thoughts by pen, the words caked together the way you tend to experience things in childhood: as a single, uninterrupted stream.
Excerpt from “Pantyhose for Daisy” by Dewi de Nijs Bik
2 poems by Hans Lodeizen
We Had to Remove This Post (excerpt)
On the first day of training, a series of text-only posts appeared on our screens, and then, from day three, photos, videos, and livestreams. Each time, the question was: Is it okay to leave this up on the platform? And if not, why not?