Archive - A broken tulip by Maaike

The trust of girls

On being mortal.

May 8 •

Maaike VanderMeer

How to make mpondu

Memories of the Congolese rainforest.

May 1 •

Maaike VanderMeer

April 2025

There was always enough for everyone because it took so much time to eat.

Apr 24 •

Maaike VanderMeer

The point is purple; the point is outside and we are rushing past it.

A prose poem from Amsterdam.

Apr 17 •

Maaike VanderMeer

This entire story is only possible in the past.

What we choose is a sharp mountain range.

Apr 10 •

Maaike VanderMeer

The lost words are caught in the willow tree.

And the moon is in my pocket.

Apr 3 •

Maaike VanderMeer

March 2025

Ritual of rupture

You build a life piece by piece, and then it rips away in a landslide.

Mar 27 •

Maaike VanderMeer

You once said that when you finally touched God,

there was nothing left to say.

Mar 20 •

Maaike VanderMeer

What is the colour of nostalgia?

The sun was stolen this morning.

Mar 13 •

Maaike VanderMeer

At this hour, questions become whales.

A man stirs sugar into coffee and offers it to his son.

Mar 6 •

Maaike VanderMeer

February 2025

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