Another year. Another variant.Is that too dark?Or has the TVA decided “to hell with it” and cut everyone loose?(This is an MCU reference. Apologies to all those not well-versed in the cinematic universe.) Anyway, it’s 2022 – how’d that happen?And will it be its own weird year or 2020, Vol. 2? Please no Vol. […]Read Post ›
Editor’s Note Maya Writing Season has begun. Not that no one writes during the rest of the year, but there is something particularly… writerly about autumn. The mood is more melancholy, inviting thoughtfulness and introspection. Long walks before the actual cold sets in are commonplace, especially with the leaves blazing in warm colours, from scarlet […]Read Post ›
What can one write these days? What can be said with words when everything changes before you even typed the first sentence? Where to start, where to begin? It’s all happening all at once, all the time, and there is no end in sight… But… Hasn’t everything always happened all at once? After all, […]Read Post ›
Today, only a few poems (some famous, some not yet known) and a little prose. Stay Home. Stay Safe. Save Lives. “Hope” is the thing with feathers Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And […]Read Post ›
Twelve Ten is a first step an experiment a playground. It’s a space to look at write and talk about the world we live in in all its myriad forms. Twelve Ten ist ein Experiment eine Spielwiese in Wort und Schrift in der für Beobachtungen Erfahrungen und Einsichten wie es denn um uns bestellt […]Read Post ›
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