“I don’t have anything to give you. I don’t even have a job, yet.” “You needn’t much,” it replied. “Just tell me a story."

Reflections on working on Tender Time - a collaborative artistic research project - and visiting the exhibition in Venice.

The third one in a series of poems on swimming in a public swimming pool after Corona.

Burya 4 continues with the captain having a strange and unsettling experience.

"They hung suspended in darkness. Palm touching palm, skin against bone." - The final part of Refractions.

"cursed the self in the mirror for not opening the windows wide at dawn to hear the songbirds singing"

"I'm in love with my neighbor. Not always and not everywhere, just in the evening, when the world is hidden in darkness and I see her."

"She emerges though as water." A poem about swimming in a public swimming pool after Corona.

Reflections on riding a bus - or trying to - across the world.

"The quiet blue darkening is falling from the cut of a strange flower." A poem by Indigo Gabriel.

"In the evenings, the mist would rise. Children cried and even dogs trembled and howled in their sleep. People died, deprived of sleep."

Foul, falafel, and fries... Maggie—who sometimes cooks—showcases her take on the most traditional Egyptian meal!

“Because where they stomp, someone laughs, where they land, another giggles,” he spoke.