The Feeder
City. River. Tree, September 2021
We stand over the lake, you and I, pondering a midnight swim. We only just met, but already we reveal the widths of our hips, the breadth of thighs, the depths of back dimples. You could spoon cereal out of mine for breakfast, milk full to the brim, but barely a spoonful of porridge would rest in yours, not even a baked bean or a cornflake...
Tales of Lockdown, November 2020
26th June. Berchtesgaden, 700m. The German state borders have reopened again after ten weeks of lockdown, so the three of us jumped on a train yesterday from Berlin to Bavaria to spend a few days in the mountains. The plan is to ascend the Watzmann, a 2713m mountain that spans the German-Austrian border and clear our heads of tiresome isolation…