Tag Archives: Karina van Berkum

Lonely in Peru

This is the first day of my dying houseplant in dreamy July. It looks like a wet head from that window’s hip. I know in August, quiet with heat, I will still watch it. I will peek out the sill … Continue reading

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Windmills

I wrote about the windmills that beat against my bus route. I used words like elephantine, I opened my hard veins for them like a writer. One day they bellowed back “For your words!” and bent their once pilgrim arms … Continue reading

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Prague and Tongue

Like Tongue, the word Prague is spelled for its swollen center and placement, which snakes before it stalls. This winter I hid inside both for a while while the leadfaced neighbors worked fast on their own obsessions. Alone, I learned … Continue reading

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