In family trees:

only a few meagre facts --


of an entire life.


In iemands stamboomIn einem Stammbaum:
staan: slechts wat schrale feiten --nur mageren Fakten für --

van een heel leven.ein ganzes Leben.

Poem H6277
Amsterdam, 2026-05-23
The perfection of oblivion is that it makes clear that the meaning of life lies in the experiences you have
Collection: Blown sand
 

Do you respect your

parents when they act rashly?


That's a trick question?


Respecteer je jouwAchtest du deine
ouders als ze iets doms doen?Eltern, wenn sie dumm handeln?

Is dat een strikvraag?Ah, die Fangfrage!

Poem H5881
Amsterdam, 2025-08-26
Turkey song / Universal language (Matthew Rankin) - 2024
Film "Avaz-e bughalamun" / "Une langue universelle"
Collection: Em Brace
Tribute to: Rankin, Matthew 
 

Three generations:

a branch of the family --


tree, beautiful tree.


Drie generaties:Ein Zweig des Stammbaums,
een takje van de stamboom --drei Generationen:

mijn mooie stamboom.wunderschöner Zweig.

Poem H5606
Amsterdam, 2025-06-16
With a photo of Madelief, Pieter, and Dory (three generations) under a tree on top of the hill (February 21st, 2003, Wolhusen)

Tree

Collection: Metamorphic body
Dedicated to: Pieter W, Madelief dK, Dory dK 
 

Family dies, but

their roots live on, keep folding --


and rippling the ground.


Familie gaat dood,Familie stirbt,
hun wortels blijven leven --die Wurzeln leben weiter --

en plooien de grond.prägen den Boden.

Poem H5594
Amsterdam, 2025-06-08
An empty bottle rests between the furrows (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2011
Poem "Een lege fles rust tussen de voren", collection "De steen vreest mij" ("The stone fears me")
Collection: Death on Cast
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen 
 

Distant relatives,

always a familiar frame --


Sometimes you step in.


Verre familie,Verwandte bilden
het blijft een vertrouwd kader --einen vertrauten Rahmen --

waar je soms instapt.Manchmal steigt man ein.

Poem H4385
Amsterdam, 2023-12-20
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

Of course we linger,

embracing each other's warmth:


one blood and one heart.


Vanzelf blijven we,Freilich zögern wir
omarmen elkaars warmte:in gemeinsamen Wärme:

één bloed en één hart.éin Blut und éin Herz.

Poem H1882
Amsterdam, 2017-12-03
On the death of Herman H
Collection: Local tardiness
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Mark H, Christel H, Ellen H, Marianne H 
 

Zywa Great-great-old

Great-great-grand does sound old
but he was younger than you

fifteen years, the toughest
boy in the street

and I used to be the prettiest
the happiest too: a girl

born on my birthday
We were fine

with the money from Dutch John
the sweet boarder, my lover

when tough Louis left leaving
only his name for our little

Francis, your great-grand
dead as well

when your time began

Poem 1516
Amsterdam, 2017-08-17
Anna Maria Catharina Doremans (1876-1904), on her 19th birthday she gave birth to Regina, who was recognized by Louis de Kok as his daughter half a year later in her wedding with him; 1900 Louis moved to his mistress, and 1901 Anna got a son with boarder Jan Stans, registered as Frans De Kok

Anna Doremans

Collection: Take a picture, now
Dedicated to: Madelief dK, Florentin dK, Lotte W, Tom V W, Anna MC D 
 

Zywa Complete

My family is the world
in miniature. Stop!
Turn it around: the world
is a house full of oddies

whom I fortunately don't see often
but would miss at a party
if we are not complete
because my heart is open

my chambers are empty
enough to receive
and my mouth isn't spilling over
to fill guests

with gaudy conceitedness
Come, cousins
meet each other
whoever you are

Poem 1007
Amsterdam, 2017-02-12
Collection: Lilith's Powers
Dedicated to: Vincie vG 
 

Visitors all day,

after my cardic arrest:


please, do stay with us!


Na mijn hartinfarctViele Besucher
heel de dag bezoek: blijf nog --nach meinem Infarkt: bitte --

bij ons alsjeblieft.bleibe noch bei uns.

Poem H0478
Amsterdam, 2013-06-22
Hospital (heart monitoring department)
Collection: Life line 
 

My father has died,

there are winterdays to come --


which slowly lengthen.


Mijn vader is dood,Mein Vater ist tot,
er komen winterdagen --doch bald werden die Tage --

die langzaam lengen.sich langsam längen.

Poem H0270
Amsterdam, 2012-04-23
My father died on November 30th, 1004
Collection: Life line 
 

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