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The Senate and the House. They are just going to do so much damage. I can hardly breathe, hardly swallow, it's like iron in the chest. Now we see how dangerous our fears are, how more
to her hinge
Just found a line in a notebook which I wrote, on July 15 last year, and I've no idea what I might have meant by it. 'In the mornings/we are proud of his everyday miracle more
magic, or some kind of god
My nephew and I had a conversation about death. He is seven. His teachers have said, apparently, he talks about Papa all the time. So I said, I was crying my eyes out today. Because more
My father has just died. His name was Peter Roy Jorss. His own father died of suicide when Dad was 12 years old. He took us all round the world. He built bridges. My mother more
come to the cabarache, old chum
Made a little performance the other night at a beautiful cabaret improv evening hosted by the lovely Marlène Colle in seedy cab-savvy Berlin - I read something almost unbearably sad among the expressive dances and more
presidential debate
Big guy who shouldered in front of me to the vegetable stall on the markets kept picking up and fondling everything, laying things lingeringly down. In between handling the produce he was adjusting his own more
Autumn in Berlin and the grimy guy begging outside our supermarket is absorbed in a book. When I come home he's set it down to thank a woman who dropped some coins into his smashed more
Trump, the Musical
Some lines from a musical we are idly writing, online, a bunch of strangers, in response to one of the many memes celebrating the second candidate's atrocity, which says: super callous fragile racist extra braggadocious more
love is the what
Reaching my Kiez in the late afternoon* I nearly ran into a boy-girl couple kissing strenuously outside the Turkish supermarket. This supermarket annoys me because they always reel off too many plastic bags and I more