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mycocosm

mycocosm

Anti-kraak

The building is gray, and cold. Lights flicker. Something is watching him, learning from him, taunting him. He is not welcome, but he cannot leave.
  • 01. Wails

    It is cold outside, and inside it is quiet, except for a sound. It calls him.

    12 min read
  • 02. Kraak

    A shopping trip turns into an introduction to the neighbours.

    10 min read
  • 03. Charles

    A phone call with his mother reveals a truth that Santi has been keeping secret.

    10 min read


The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading.
— Edward Hirsch