I never thought the pain would be physical Like a hole next to my heart Or is it here, close to the gut? ¿En las entrañas? (I never cared much for anatomy) So many years busy being parents Groceries to buy, forms to fill, meals to cook So much running…

De niña, a menudo me escondía detrás de las cortinas. Me sentaba en el suelo, abrazaba las piernas y apoyaba la cabeza en mis rodillas. No quería que me encontraran. El mundo exterior me abrumaba. Los gritos de mis padres, la mirada de los niños de la calle, la escuela…

Spontaneously translated from the original English by Stefan Herrenschwand, for which I am most grateful. Wie eine Blume Welken sie dahin, Vor meinen Augen. Meine Hände verderben zusehends. Vor vielen Jahren, ein Kleinkind im Gras, Liess ich meine Händchen durch die Luft fliegen, War hingerissen von ihrem Tanz. Wusste nicht…

Like a flower wilting in plain sight my hands have begun to spoil. Long ago, a baby lying on the grass I wiggled my hands up in the air, mesmerized by their dance. Unaware those puppets were mine Unaware I set them in motion. With them I would carve my…

Click on the image below and watch ChatGPT write a poem in 10" A poem on Colonoscopy written by Open AI click here youtube.com And then I give it a go (and it takes me 3'600 seconds) You can’t use the word ‘colonoscopy’ in a poem, can you? “Would you like us to wake you up towards the end, so that you can take a look?” Asks the nurse. I hesitate. Do I want to peek inside my pipes? My curiosity wins. “Ok,” I say.

Alireza, an 18-year old Afghan asylum seeker in Geneva, took his own life on November 30th, 2022. He had just received a decision from the Federal Administrative Court (TAF) confirming the decision by the State Secretariat for Migration (SEM): his asylum application would not be considered. …

En el 2018, mi hermana Constanza, mi esposo y yo fuimos a conocer Mompox. Y nos ocurrió eso que a mí nunca me había sucedido hasta entonces, amor a primera vista. Nos cautivó la gentileza de ese pueblo, la exuberancia de sus paisajes, la magia de sus leyendas, su fauna…

A playful reflection on the blurring of seasons “What are you doing here? Go away!” Autumn rustled to Spring. Spring smiled mildly and stood her ground. “It’s my turn, not yours!” and with that, Autumn’s wind blew stronger. “Listen to the frogs croaking for mates,” Spring shone with anticipation, “You…

Images such as the one above get on my nerves. Marriage is a partnership between two equals. Why would one party kneel to the other? And why is proposing left to the man, while women are left to answer Yes or No? In heterosexual couples, 95% of the time men…