In winter’s grasp, a maiden fair, Trapped in snowflakes’ icy stare. Her dreams of spring, a distant call Another cycle …
Studentavisen i Agder
Studentavisen i Agder

In winter’s grasp, a maiden fair, Trapped in snowflakes’ icy stare. Her dreams of spring, a distant call Another cycle …

my pockets are full of candy wrappers. to write is to feel. i unwrap the strawberry candy of my words …

by Babet Berning Winter is coming, Every year again. Sweaters on, Dresses off. Winter is coming, Every year again. …

THE KETTLE – Evgeniia Kadyrova the kettle is boiling on the cooker and I’m sitting there the sound …

no closer could she be to the godly than breathing the last of what’s left of her at the brink …

poetry becomes the most difficult thing when you are clutching tears like secrets close to your chest, not letting …

[resemantization] A sound and its own halo above me constructing new horizons of views unseen Yet I remain myself …

Ahmed Al Saidy Rebirth Forget it all, Remain reason. Walk with me so, To entertain. You know nothing, You …

Ida Har barbert leggene og lagt leppestift krøllet hår mot nystrøket bluse eplebåter til frokost skjelver, røde porselen-lepper slår …

oh, how when you kiss me it feels like the soft push of the keys on a piano. …

New Seasons The heart opens heavily It’s like there is no muscle memory anymore Everything changed within The rain …

[library science] te scriu te citesc viața ta e o carte necunoscută ținută în lanțuri în sihăstrie o jumătate …

play pretend and then i’ll see you at christmas maybe one or two times in the summer on the …

du er slik bølgene slår mot kysten føttene mine graver seg ned i sanden mens du drar meg inn …