Category Archives: Miguel

Urban Library Imaginations – Zoldan

Posted on 23/09/2015 by writingbrussels

People say I am crazy, but I don’t care. They say I can’t hold it together, because I imagine things that are not real. But honestly, I am homeless and, you know, people then think you are crazy anyway. What … Continue reading →

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The Great Migration Wash

Posted on 28/07/2015 by writingbrussels

What if those brooding houses

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Birds of a feather

Posted on 29/05/2015 by writingbrussels

„So what are we then?“ Jack asked, his black eyes glimmering like a bonfire at dawn. „Well, ravens!“ Johnny replied. He was the most senior in this group of three. Normally he led a whole flock at the Cimetiere d’Ixelles. … Continue reading →