Sleepless, by Britta Benson

Sleepless nights. I don’t get them very often, but when I do, there’s no stopping them. Once my dreams have given up on me for good, the night is over. I can’t blame her… I guess, I should stick with my dreams for a little longer, even the silly ones. Especially the silly ones. UntilContinue reading “Sleepless, by Britta Benson”

Dreams, by Britta Benson

Dreams Dreams for beginners, special effects, glitter, a Las-Vegas-style late show, bigger and bolder. Advanced dreamers scale down the plot to the bone: Seeing my dad after years of Covid-19, sitting together on the sofa, watching football on TV, shouting at the ref in my mother’s tongue. My dream come true.

The phone call, by Britta Benson

My mum died two years ago. Sometimes, in my dreams, I chat to her and we have long phone calls, from soul to soul. When I wake up, there’s always the harsh, awkward moment, when I realize, it was just a dream. There is, however, also the feeling of gratitude, that I had a niceContinue reading “The phone call, by Britta Benson”

The dreamcatcher, by Britta Benson

The following poem started off as a complete slash your wrist type of thing and I was literally gutted by the end of writing it. I looked at my words and thought, no, this is not what I wanted to write. How did it happen? How did I end up on a downhill spiral? SoContinue reading “The dreamcatcher, by Britta Benson”

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