Uncomfortable, Yet Familiar: An Asylum Experience
I take you to my room on a cold April morning. My head usually feels like the boulder Sisyphus had to push up the hill but that day it was much worse. The littlest sounds felt like I was being waterboarded. Drip, drip, drip. They came to me like drops of water slowly hitting my head. Each one more agonizing than before.
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Poems translated from German based on an audio-interpretation by Tanja Barbian, http://www.englisch-dolmetschen.de.
– I –
Many years ago, I told you:
I told you of wondering creatures
that wander, full of wonder
through my worlds.
Worlds, which make me wide
and draw my nights in magic lights.
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Ignorance of a Side
I.
I love you, I tell you
But you couldn’t tell before?
My heart pummeled each sense;
My affection was confessed.
What other signs need be made;
Was I not myself desire? Continue reading “MEDEA SINSATION”
Madwomen in the Attic 