Something about us reminds me of houses
Lined up next to each other by force and circumstance
Under surveillance and sharp eyes
About the Beauty of Longing
Bouke’s grandad once said: ‘Het bezit van de zaak is het eind van het vermaak’’, or ‘The possession of the matter is the end of the pleasure’. But is it really? Here’s what Bouke thinks.
If Poets Are Right
If hope is a thing with feathers
— oh, can’t you just see it fluttering its wings?
My Spring Love
you have received
a glass heart that follows them,
to the end of the world