prose – Katja Malmborg

reflections in a rain forest (March 27)

On a trunk in the middle of Sapo: It doesn’t get quiet. Birds, insects, monkeys. The gurgling from the stream, drops that are still falling from yesterday’s rain. A slow journey from the top canopy, leaf by leaf, down to the soft ground. The inhalation stays on my tongue, a sweet whisper. Rotting leaves. ItContinue reading “reflections in a rain forest (March 27)”

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I walked down to the lake. The sun was almost painful in the water, the smells of leaves on the ground intoxicating. I sat down on a cliff, read some in the book with Annika Norlin lyrics. She always manages to creep up on me. I think I know my favorite songs, the most potent of herContinue reading “*”