if I place words in a carefully considered order let sounds **resonate** BREAK a sentence here and there do I then write a *poem* here      words wobble far from    

When two dogs fight over a bone, the third one runs away with it. So goes the saying. But at Parklaan 42 there is no third dog. Bas and Doris just have to share with each other, and that works fine. T

‘Identity’. The word is written in the middle of the board, in Mr. De Munck's messy handwriting. I can barely read it from the back row. ‘Everyone should be able to be themselves!’ shouts Amira withou

**21h10** this is a waiting room where the drinking fountain is broken the television unfortunately not a boy says *chanson de merde* I nod in the toilet no hand soap I just sit here have they forgott

**Note on the Fry Shop** In Belgium, a frituur (fry shop) is a common and informal place to buy fries (frieten) and a variety of fried snacks. Fries are typically served in paper cones or trays, often

My mother stands on a scaffold. Just as I recognize her, she jumps. Instead of falling down, she falls up. I suppose that makes sense, she was never quite grounded.

While I eat an ice cream a tank burns to my left to the right, on the bench of my first kiss, soldiers’ caps rest kissed by bullets I lost sixty-two hours in basements where family turned to strangers

“I care about you too,” I said, dodging her lips, “and that’s exactly why I want to stop you from starting something with me.” “I get jealous easily and I always think I know best,” I went on. “I’m la

two months after I asked you out you said, “does the offer still stand?” for a moment, I was happy then told my therapist that love is an anxiety disorder the date moved awkwardly from the café to the

We march here by the thousands. United in our outrage at what people are capable of. We whistle, we shout, we sing that we will not accept this. We demand, with one voice, a peace no one believes poss

I am a writer. A writer. For in the beginning was the word. And I breathe the word. I eat, I shit, I fuck — but not really. In reality, I write. I am a true writer. I write without discipline, sometim