Author Archives: juhulia

silence between the sheets useless words have been wasted and no room left for new ones we have found no language to share the world as mirrored in our thoughts we lacked the vocabulary of mutual understanding have lost the … Continue reading →

white foam, dancing on the top of waves splashes of water on my skin warm sand, softly caressing my salty toes before me, the sea of memories kisses and passion, long gone there’s an old rock by the ocean haunted … Continue reading →

me wishes I was a ballet dancer, dancing on the shore. in a tiny dress, unveiling my legs, those plump limbs made of flesh and bone. me wishes I was your princess then, all pale and shy and lost. twirling, … Continue reading →

silent whispers through the snow do not wake the snowdrops sleeping underneath the white sheets while you’re playing step by step we’re scrunching through the woods breaking the foggy hush of this haunted land with our pitter-patter over dazzling pillows … Continue reading →

three and a half, and both of us makes three still, as three equals you and me there is no aftermath, no argument that outnumbers the million insults of you, or the billion ways I tried to leave you the … Continue reading →

ich vernehme dich wie endloses echo meiner selbst nehme dich wahr in mir wie fernen sternenregen so greifbar weit entfernt von meiner hand mir zwischen uns nachthimmel äonen wolken endloses schwarz weit-weit-weit-weit fort in dunklen träumen ist die hand zum … Continue reading →

September 18th … Photo Copyright Julia Melcher

welche narrative hat die stadt? und welche werden ihr vorgegeben? wo sind die gegenstimmen? urbanes leben erzählt viele geschichten. erzählungen stiften identität, eine subjektive wahrheit, die berichtet von zusammenhängen und widerständen. die (auto-)biografie einer stadt ist die summe ihre vielzähligen, … Continue reading →