Piet Wiersma

Images

I looked around and saw all theWindows and trees and hairdosBrick, recemented, old, differentHeights and browns and entrances,Rusty bikes; the Mediterranean groceryThe organic butcher, Turkish

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Poem

⠀⠀⠀⠀In the dark crème living room and the brown crooked streets outside⠀⠀at night—⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the numbers keep shooting up⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀on the yellow television screen.

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Redactioneel

Waarde lezer, Sinds 1972 heeft u kunnen genieten en gruwelen van Splijtstof-uitwerpselen. Soms lange, soms korte maar immer Splijtende stof heeft u goedkeurend knikkend, zeurend

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