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“ALSOF IK ALLEEN HIER, OMRINGD DOOR RUST EN NATUUR, DE ELLENDE IN HET VERHAAL OBJECTIEF KAN BESCHRIJVEN, MOORDEN KAN PLEGEN EN DE SMERIGHEID KAN VOELEN.” Ik zit op de veranda van een oude, Amerikaanse boerderij met een deken en een grote kop koffie. Het is begin februari en de zon doet het laatste restje sneeuw…

A Special Gift

We woke up at six to beat the others to the bushes. Grandmother and I were wobbling down the tracks, not yet fully awake. Most of the houses we passed along the way were still unlit. Grandma says not to trust the dark, or the neighbours. “For all we know,” she says, “they could already…

The Porches Writers’ Retreat

From Washington D.C. it’s a three-hour drive to Norwood: a place you normally wouldn’t visit driving through the country. And a place that consists of nothing more than a church, a couple of houses and a writing retreat for those who wish to be away from it all. The nearest supermarket is in Lovingston and…

Artist Feature: Stella van Lieshout

Originally posted on the LIFESTYLE:
Sometimes writing is a way of making sense of the world as I experience it. But my writing is also meant as a ‘conversation’. Meaning is created partly through the eyes of the reader or the audience and my work doesn’t try to show the truth, but can contain many.…

The School of Life

You walk into a theatre, you drink a cup of milk tea with the creative director and before you know it you’re writing and directing a new production. Welcome to Kathmandu! At Mandala Theatre, thirteen young people came together to form a group. A group that wanted to learn all there is to know about…

Scottish warmth

Alex had found me, dirty from the mud mixed with the sheep poo that lay all around. The remote landscape of the Scottish Highlands had provided little comfort during the day and the rain had soaked all my gear apart from my sleeping bag. Hours before arriving at the warmth of the walker’s pub that…