My drawing: it turns

out beautifully, until --


the paper tears in.


Ik zit heel verwoedIch koloriere
te kleuren. Het wordt erg mooi --ganz eifrig. Es wird sehr schön --

tot het papier scheurt.bis das Papier reißt.

Poem H6379
Amsterdam, 2026-08-06
The bad luck, the heaviness, and the floating (Nicolien Mizee) - 2025
Diary novel "De pech, de zwaarheid en het zweven" ("Faxing to Ger #7") - March 25th, 2001
Collection: In the light
Tribute to: Mizee, Nicolien 
 

Weeds in the garden,

the house dilapidated --


For us, it was: home.


De tuin vol onkruid,Unkraut im Garten,
het huis oud en vervallen --das Haus alt und baufällig --

Voor ons was het: thuis.Für uns: Zuhause.

Poem H6328
Amsterdam, 2026-06-21
Home to un (Paul McCartney and Andrew Watt) - 2026
Song, sung by Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr, album "The Boys of Dungeon Lane"
Collection: Home sea
Tribute to: McCartney, Paul 
 

Now I understand

why Dad sees through me: Mama --


tells him everything.


Nu snap ik waaromJetzt weiß ich, warum
papa mij doorheeft: mama --Papa mich durchschaut: Mama --

vertelt alles door.erzählt ihm alles.

Poem H6169
Amsterdam, 2026-03-19
Out of the world (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 1998
Novel "Ute av verden" (translated in 2023), part 3, chapter 4 - 6 years old (1975, Tybakken, a newly-built neighbourhood of Gjerstad on the skerry island of Tromøya near Arendal)
Collection: Leaving
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Zywa Good King Henry

When I join them to the dump
to look for porn magazines
because the women's poses
enchant me, I'm one of them

But otherwise, I'm tolerated
My classmates think I'm weird
I walk strangely, like falling forward
And if I'm right, I want to get it too

Then I'm the prof or Good King Henry
I talk too much, know too much
and far too often know better
also when it comes down to it

to what you're not supposed to do:
swear, snatch apples
shoot the birds
lock up the gym teacher

put drawing pins on the
substitute's chair, steal candy, or
sweep the snow for an old man
and then ask him for money

Poem 5928
Amsterdam, 2026-02-26
My Struggle - 3. Boyhood Island (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2009
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Tredje bok" (translation 2014), part 4, autumn 1977 at Sandness primary school on the isle of Tromøya (third grade, almost 9 years old)
Collection: Leaving
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Zywa Astonishment

Books full, I write
down my astonishment
It seems to be who I am -
as far as I know
(since I was six)

I didn't understand the teacher
my exploding father, mama
and my older brother
Why shouldn't I have said
what I knew and what was true?

Not even when asked!
That the neighbour was drunk
that one boy was stupid, and
that you shouldn't play soccer
in a cluster! Go away! Professor!

Show-off! Chatter-box! Cry-baby!

I couldn't help the tears
They came from other people's lack
of understanding and when I was honest while
all the children lied without batting an eyelid

Apparently, that's how it should be
or it's private

Poem 5922
Amsterdam, 2026-02-24
My Struggle - 3. Boyhood Island (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2009
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Tredje bok" (translation 2014), part 4, the first months at primary school on the island of Tromøya
Collection: Leaving
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Getting some shut-eye

while leaning against mama --


And listening in.


Tegen mama aanAn Mama lehnen,
even mijn ogen toe doen --mit geschlossenen Augen --

en meeluisteren.ruhig mithören.

Poem H5940
Amsterdam, 2025-09-12
With a photo of Lotte and Michi (June 7th, 2018; Lotte is 6 years old)

Lotte and Michi

Collection: The climbing house
Dedicated to: Lotte W 
 

Chasing boys away

is like chasing flies away:


they will come right back.


Jongens wegjagen:Jungen verjagen:
zoals vliegen komen ze --wie Fliegen kommen sie so-

meteen weer terug.fort wieder zurück.

Poem S2950
Train Amsterdam-Heerlen, 2025-09-03
Diary 1974-1976 (Frida Vogels) - 2013
"Dagboek 1974-1976" - July 26th, 1976, San Severo
Collection: Helices
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

We keep playing. When

mama's are acting up that's --


the best thing to do.


We blijven spelen.Wir spielen weiter.
Als mama's kuren hebben --Wenn Mamas Macken haben --

is dat het beste.ist das das Beste.

Poem H5363
Amsterdam, 2025-04-09
The darkness that separates us (Renate Dorrestein) - 2003
Novel "Het duister dat ons scheidt", part 1, 'Zes' ('Six' years old), chapter 'B is een brandnetel' ('B is a brandnetel [stinging nettle]')
Collection: Helices
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

There's an atmosphere:

despondency, whimpering --


pouting and sulking.


Er hangt een scheveDie Stimmung ist schräg:
sfeer: verslagenheid, drenzen --Niedergedrücktheit, Quengeln --

pruilen en mokken.Maulen und Schmollen.

Poem H5364
Amsterdam, 2025-04-09
The darkness that separates us (Renate Dorrestein) - 2003
Novel "Het duister dat ons scheidt", part 1, 'Zes' ('Six' years old), chapter 'C is een crisis' ('C is a crisis')
Collection: Helices
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

Urban renewal,

but the footway is the same --


as when I played there.


De wijk is vernieuwd,Es gibt immer noch
maar de stoep is zoals toen --derselbe Gehsteig, auf dem --

ik er knikkerde.ich gespielt habe.

Poem H5267
Amsterdam, 2025-02-21
Under the bushel (Maarten 't Hart) - 1991
Novel "Onder de korenmaat", chapter 20
Collection: The Note Tree
Tribute to: T Hart, Maarten 
 

Courage is: daring

to fight against the spectres --


from your childhood days.


Moed is: te durvenMut: es wagen zu
vechten tegen de angsten --kämpfen gegen die Ängste --

uit je kindertijd.aus deiner Kindheit.

Poem H5009
Amsterdam, 2024-10-25
Wheel of fortune (Thea Beckman) - 1978
Novel "Het rad van fortuin", chapter 7 Dirty hands
Collection: Willegos
Tribute to: Beckman, Thea 
 

That's sheep John, Rita's

husband is also called that --


Weird for a person!


Dat is schaap Hans, ookDas ist Schaf Hans, auch
Rita's man heet zo, heel gek --Ritas Mann heißt so, bizarr --

is dat voor een mens!für einen Menschen!

Poem H4503
Amsterdam, 2024-02-08
Living with Lidewij (Bert Natter) - 2022
Biographical account "Leven met Lidewij"
Collection: Appearances
Tribute to: Natter, Bert 
 

Daddy, can we leave?

Do you know what's for dinner?


Can I choose it, please?


Pap, wanneer gaan we?Papa, gehen wir?
Weet je al wat we eten?Weißt du schon, was wir essen?

Mag ik het kiezen?Kann ich es wählen?

Poem H4498
Amsterdam, 2024-02-05
Living with Lidewij (Bert Natter) - 2022
Biographical account "Leven met Lidewij"
Collection: On the fly
Tribute to: Natter, Bert 
 

That's how he has been:

that toddler, his little hands --


two little starfish.


Zijn verleden tijd:Das war er, dieser:
dat jongetje, zijn handjes --Knirps mit den kleinen Händen --

twee zeesterretjes.wie zwei Seesterne.

Poem H4095
Amsterdam, 2023-08-31
Not nursing (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2023
Column "Niet verplegen" (in the NRC on August 31st, 2023)
Collection: Death on Cast
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen 
 

She gathers a hand-

ful of daisies in a lap-


ful of innocence.


Ze plukt een handvolSie pflückt eine Hand-
madeliefjes in haar rok:voll weiße Gänseblümchen:

een schootvol onschuld.ein Schoßvoll Unschuld.

Poem H3031
Overberg, 2021-09-04
The Italian Girl (Iris Murdoch) - 1964
Novel
Collection: Dreams of love
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

Having lived such a

short time! I've a few pictures:


the child that I was.


Maar zo kort geleefd!Nur so kurz gelebt!
Ik heb enkele foto's:Ich habe ein paar Fotos:

het kind dat ik was.das Kind, das ich war.

Poem H2248
Amsterdam, 2018-07-02
Laughter (Wislawa Szymborska) - 1967
Poem "Smiech" (collection "Sto pociech")
Collection: Being my own museum
Tribute to: Szymborska, Wislawa 
 

Zywa With Nana to the big city

With Nana to the big city
the translation tongues in our ear
Mignoter et manger, pipi, caca

dodo,
we understand everything
that tourists are doing here
Plain easy, isn't it?

she sighs, satisfied, licking
a rainbow ice-cream
Tiresome uneasy

I think, all those people
I don't belong to them
Grandma don't you think so:

grown-ups are actually
quite the same
when you hear them talk

because they already know
everything and I do not and
I think that's a lot more fun

Poem 1596
Amsterdam, 2017-11-01
Collection: The light of words
Dedicated to: Marlies D 
 

Two fountains of sand

from the excavator-child:


rotating backhoes.


Twee zandfonteinenZwei Sandfontänen
uit malende graafarmen:drehende Baggerarmen:

het dieplepelkind.das Tieflöffelkind.

Poem H0295
Amsterdam, 2012-06-27
Collection: The Praised One
 

My children's room then:

the bed under the window --


with the dream catcher.


Mijn kinderkamer:Mein Kinderzimmer:
het bed onder het dakraam,das Bett under dem Fenster --

de dromenvanger.mit dem Traumfänger.

Poem H0026
Amsterdam, 2011-11-26
Collection: Life line 
 

The rompy tomboy:

a belly with arms and legs --


dancing in the grass.


De spring-in-'t-veld:Ein Bauch mit Armen
met armen en benen danst --und Beinen: die Springinsfeld --

haar buik door de wei.tanzt durch die Wiese.

Poem H0003
Amsterdam, 2003-11-14
Collection: The Big Secret
 

 

 
Calvary
Beek (Berg en Dal), 1971-12-28
Oil paint on chipboard
83x69cm

Collection: Pencil 
 

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