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Withdrawal

Withdrawal into a coffin, which feels like a tub that may only be locked from the inside.

Withdrawal like a hurt fox withdraws into her fox-den to lick her wounds to put one’s dreams in order.

One, who is carried inside by some people anyway, becomes only rarely visible for the outside. (Only few can feel and understand the distance originating thereof, and are therefore especially close) from life, from the existence.

To bring dying to an end & to begin anew.

 

 

A Piece of My Heart

mary daley’s gyn/cology and wickedary

germaine greer’s the obstacle race

zora neale hurston’s their eyes were watching god

ruth klüger’s weiter leben: eine jugend

toni morrison’s playing in the dark

grace paley’s 3 short stories

adrianne rich’s of woman born

alice walker’s in search of our mother’s gardens

Of Sticks a Stack – a Stake (a Failure?)

Listen, don’t tell anyone: I failed at the object/box (by the way a daily experience, not at all new). But here’s the result, just look at it: everything twisted, turned upside down; the lid, instead of dropping it, has become the basis of a stake (surprise, surprise!). Too small for burning witches, too small for celebrating heroes, but small enough for the kindling of a stirring idea.