Edited by: Maggie Rosenau They invented this place for us to first be isolated and then to not be …
No one
Edited by: Maggie Rosenau He was silent! My friend, who traveled by boat to Europe said. Then she continued: …
The man who could not change the world
Edited by: Maggie Rosenau I’ve always been afraid of the madmen and their madness. Who are they? What causes …
About lost
Edited by: Maggie Rosenau They talk about the war, her kids. Whispering a few simple and metaphorical words as …
Alive
I’m alive because of my friends… Three friends told me last month that they were talking to themselves. Another said …
The confrontation
Edited by: Maggie Rosenau The days did not change. They played on constant repeat. Days simply continued as their …
A folk story
Edited by: Maggie Rosenau On a wooden ladder “which each step bears the name of each one of us” …
The Number
Edited by: Maggie Rosenau Commonplace days have brought me here. Days when ordinary things happen. Days characterized by common concerns: …
Ibrahim
Edited by: Maggie Rosenau There is always one home, a home that once warmed your bones. A home that hurt …
About Home (“The Rooms and the House”)
Edited by: Maggie Rosenau The unnecessary rooms represent the loneliness, even if they are wide and colorful… Your room is …