Misfit Saturday

Last spring, I was biking to Feringasee through fields of rape seed and wrote a poem. Scribbled it down quickly at the offensive lake and then tumbled it a few weeks until it was smooth as a river stone. Today, I’m pleased to announce that it was published on Spillwords. I’m overjoyed to see this poem spread a wider ripple. This one really unleashes my pent-up feelings about the lockdowns here in Germany and attempts to capture the every-changing emotions of civil unrest.

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