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Nicolette Kretz


Wohaaaaaaa – steady on now.
yepppppp, hands clutch
it for a pitstop – -
----------------------- floor--------------------
hellllllo, my friend
long - time - no - see
fancy meeting you in this jungle of legs
Do I come here often? Nahhhh
Oh, is that the time,
I really must crawl now.
Cheers for your support.
left hand - right leg
right hand - left leg
ehhh, hi there
Honey, I’m home!
Who pressed ‘pause’?



for a controlled collapse
the spiv spliff resting
lightly between my fingers
close my eyes

Stealing from the rich

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
My heart has made its mind up
And I’m afraid it’s you.
At last the secret is out
As it always must come in the end.
Lay your sleeping head my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Come and live with me and be my love.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
If this be error and upon me proved
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
You think that sounds extravagant?
I haven’t finished yet –
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on.

Joys of Journalism

power over people
power to destroy
just for fun

I’ll squiggldy-squash you,
drag you through the mud.
I’ll spread the rumours
like jam on my toast.
I’ll smash my baseball bat
over your credibility’s head.

or will I be sweet?
raise you to my hall of fame,
produce words that pat your back,
stroke you, hug you, FUCK YOU!

I could toss a coin
or you could kiss my ass.


What was it that fooled me so?
The closeness of the rainbows
As we lay in the green, green grass?
The lightness of the golden crowns
We set on each other’s head?
Or the yellow sun shining
Down on our plywood hills?
Was it the ease with which we breathed?
The spring in our step? The bounce?
The red of our cardboard hearts?

Hey, hang on a sec

Hey, hang on a sec
You’re meant to talk to me now
Hey, hang on a sec
You’re meant to pay attention – to me!
Hey, hang on
You’re not meant to buy her a drink
Hey, hang on a sec

Oh, so here you are again
Was the girly boring after the first glance?
Did you detect the lack of brain
Behind the bush of blond?
Did you find no heart
Behind the great big tits?

Hey, hang on a sec
So you can talk to me now?
Hey, hang on a sec
So you’re paying attention now?
Hey hang on
If she gets the drink, what do I get?
That took you long enough to grasp!


I sometimes miss missing you, you know,
that Hollywood feeling I used to get.
I sometimes miss being asked how I am,
whether I’m coping with the pain.
I sometimes miss drowning in self-pity
and drowning that in something else.
I sometimes miss you, you know.

Out into the dribbly drizzle

Out into the dribbly drizzle
of rain reminding me
of myself in Belfast
I plod and I nod
at the lack of life
surrounding the pounding
of my heart.

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The Showcase section features writings by several workshop participants. The following authors all have their separate pages:

Anne Buerki

Milena Diviani

Alan Greiner

Lucy Hay

Matt Kimmich

Margret Powell-Joss

Sara Probst

Matthias Rüegger

Sripriya Sitaraman

Hans-Jürg Suter

Brigit Zogg