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. photo credit: death to stock Editor’s Note Maya It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… So much […]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. Editor’s Note Maya It’s 2018 and there’s a lot of reading to be done. So why not start right now? Here it goes: 2017 was […]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 ›
Writing. It’s such a personal thing. And yet, in a strange way, it is always public. You write to be read, even if the reader is only one person: you. • There you are, your notebook open, fingers poised. There you are, ready to harness what is going on inside to a comprehensible whole. And […]Read Post ›
