She

Today would have been my Grandmother’s 93rd birthday. In honour of that, I’m sharing what I wrote for her final goodbye. I translated the original text in Dutch, but you can still find it below. I wrote this when I couldn’t sleep at night, when I was driving in my car or when I was … More She

For Grief

Sometimes, you can’t explain how you feel. So, you go looking for the words. I found mine in this piece by Irish poet John O’Donohue.

Indian Summer

Even though we’re in the last week of October, it’s still nice and warm outside. ‘A poem about Indian summer it is’, I thought to myself. Enter Dorothy Parker. The genius. Who used her wit to give Indian summer a whole new meaning. Nothing difficult or fancy. Just the art of not giving a damn. … More Indian Summer