von Sabine Anders | 27. Februar 2011
An illusion so cheering I came to write it – poems dedicated to what might have been. In my verse, Lucy still hovers beyond my reach, but there I can gaze upon her as nowhere else. It brings a tiny leap of life, a small stirring in the depths of my dusty heart. Ein...
von Sabine Anders | 13. Juli 2008
In this house there’s no fooling yourself that being different could be like it is in the movies. In the movies, no matter what kind of shit you’re taking from people up on the screen, there’s always the audience that knows the truth about you, is...
von Sabine Anders | 26. April 2008
Lots of things I wish hadn’t happened – but everybody looks to keep his own precious hair. You drop the cat in boiling water he’s going to claw his way out or cook. I didn’t never intend to cook. So I clawed. I don’t make no apology for...
