He needs new glasses, he thinks, as he squints across the room to see the line-up of jars and bottles labelled with curly ink. How long...

Walking down alleys into the old part of town, I tense. Each step sends a jolt up my spine, shaking loose thoughts and memories I would...

And so we're here. Now what? I look at you. You're smiling. Now what? I ask again. We'll figure it out, you say. That's scary. You laugh....

... is rewriting a text until it's grammatically and syntactically correct (and stiff like new leather shoes). ... is pulling an...

Surrealist art fascinates me. I come across an unnamed and unattributed work of art that looks like it has been made digitally. A...

The difference between loving the craft and loving the muse is a fine spider-spun line of cobweb between gnarly birches in a shielded...

Reeds whisper around his legs as he sheds his clothes and steps into the water, cold, unmoving. The clouds hang low tonight. He sees no...

She looks for herself in the patchwork of his face as she leans over him. He sleeps. She fits herself into the lines, his jaw, his nose,...

I startle awake and wonder how manmade annihilation would have looked a century or two ago. A living inferno, perhaps, or something from...

We wait. For a while, that is all we have. Suspension. In-between. Nothing happens. We wait. Written by: Katrine Hjulstad Instagram:...

We do everything quickly. We walk quickly, eat quickly, talk quickly, type quickly, fall asleep and wake up quickly. What happened to...

Coming. Arriving. Ending. Beginning. I come. I seize your hand. "I'm here." For a minute, half an hour. Pressed against your palm. In...

Each shelf is filled with dreams winged by human hopes and desires. We gave stallions wings and called them pegasi. We gave men wings and...

I like a good list. One that winds. Turns. Comes back around. Ends where it starts. Only to say that it doesn't end. It leaps. One room...

All the roads are drowned. We are forced to swim. Overnight, the seas have risen. Those who didn't swim have drowned. Those who have no...

I have a distinct memory of teenage years, of being twelve or thirteen, crying in a bathroom stall at school. Somebody had hidden all my...

You laugh, and I give chase, a spider weaving fragile nets of silver for your voice to pearl like precious dew. I admire them, these...

I am a complication of his laughter and favourite drink, and the snow he scooped into my hood while I wasn't looking; of her voice and...

The best thing we can do is to know ourselves. To know where our fault lines run, to know where we crack and where our knowledge runs...

The trick to find GIFs in your app of choice is to shorten the sentiment down to a word it's a trick we learn when looking through...