She died quietly on the footpath outside my bedroom window. I was awake, in bed. It was one of the rare occasions on which my mother, her daughter - the one she had kept, offered to take her out for the day. I remember hearing the click of the front door as she left. I [...]

Found on a Seidel and Naumann Erika Series 5 typewriter.
Notice that he is not smiling.

When she got better, before she died, she made me promise to do some things for her after she was gone. This is the first.
I would like you to keep a gardenia on your windowsill and when you look at it, I would like you to remember me.
And so, in this new house, in [...]

We share a love for wharves, for ports, for harbours. Walking in the dark tonight, I noticed how firmly tethered the boats were, the complexity in the weave of the rope, the precision in the mechanics of safety.

Sometimes she thinks she falls asleep on a mattress thick with fluid hopes and warm arms draped over waists. She rests her head on pretty things and dreams of blueberry kuchen, wet noses and beer breath.
She doesn’t understand why she wakes up cold, in the dripping walls of her own igloo. She reminds herself that [...]