meine psyche kotzt meine psyche kotzt autoabgase in der stehenden mittagsschwüle imitieren dein tuntensüßes parfum atome der erinnerung fügen sich zu molekülen zerfallen auf dem heißen asphalt gedanken wachsen wie neurotische schatten meines abgetragenen selbst verankert in der betonwüste ich analysiere mein mosaik und sehe amor verbluten unter den rädern der straßenbahn Von Schnecken… Annika Senger weiterlesen
Schlagwort: short story
Michel Honegger
Sunshine I An essential ingredient was necessary. After several hours of prayer and meditation the perfumer retired to bed, dropped his body and ascended into the cool night air. His soul glided over the surface of the swelling sea and flitted off waves like a skimming stone or a flying fish until he caught the… Michel Honegger weiterlesen
Edward Vukovic
Holesome Another day has passed. And another and another and another. Always passing, never stopping. Never a quick pop in for a chat. No coffees and teas, no breakfasts or brunches. Another day. Passes. Like sands through the hourglass. I hated that show. Iconicised drivel masquerading as entertainment. Feeding the masses with titbits of fake… Edward Vukovic weiterlesen
Cailean Darkwater
Ariadne I suppose you could attribute it to my curious nature but I can’t stand a secret. The quickest way to irritate me is to say, „I’ve got a secret, but I can’t tell you.“ It really drives me nuts! Maybe, if I could control that impulse, this story would never have happened. Maybe I… Cailean Darkwater weiterlesen
Nanya Nyssen
Farewell Sydney, Farewell Dreamtime Farewell, land of blue skies, where seagulls float on warm currents of air, bleached white specks etched on the horizon. Farewell, scorched lands of no mercy, where a spark explodes to hellfire, devouring all in its path: the white ghost gum, branches like arms outstretched, begging for water; eucalyptus vapour like… Nanya Nyssen weiterlesen
Grant White
Foundering The voyager in the foundry amidst the hot pots of metal, cooling in shafts of internal light, slowly darker, was finding the origins unclear and less than helpful. The foundryman, overalled and bucket fisted stares amused. A cigarette’s glowing coal drooping from his mouth. He points to the ladle, a crucible laden with the… Grant White weiterlesen
Eddie Vukovic
Shadows of the Soul The night was alive. He watched as revellers brushed past him. He watched the lights as they shone blue and red, gold and green. He watched as streamers cascaded from the sky, twirling rhythmically along the air currents. His eyes were drawn to the limitless possibilities of the city. Moving steadily… Eddie Vukovic weiterlesen
Sylvia Petter
The Tschusch Monday, 10th June, 1991. 11:00. Klagenfurt, Austria. The Gasthaus was full as the swarthy man in a yellow slicker with KRONEN ZEITUNG plastered on the back and the front pushed through the glass door, his arms piled with papers. „Want paper?“ he said as he shuffled between the tables. Gerald Bauer looked up… Sylvia Petter weiterlesen
Bernhard Kainerstorfer
Yellow Rose Bloom (for CJ) There was the solar eclipse shining down on them at the very end of a millennium. And he held her in his arms. Feeling so good, breathing through his heart like living in an aquarium, breathing, before the time has come to oxygenize through gills. Who was cosmically struck and… Bernhard Kainerstorfer weiterlesen
Ines Windheuser
Life on Stage She embraced him with all her might, trying to hold together what had usually been falling apart, so loosely put together by whomsoever. Only after a few long seconds took she notice of the rigidity that was seemingly suddenly driving the body, somewhere. Where? She did not know, but for sure it… Ines Windheuser weiterlesen