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So far Noelle has created 27 blog entries.

How to change the past

When a memory claims your attention, you exchange a few words and ideas. Sometimes after that, it'll go back to sleep but in a different position. Other times though, it'll visit you again and again, indifferent towards your annoyance and will make its case until you listen. Memories. Not trusty recordings of what happened, but [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:20:50+00:00 March 29th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

The tree

If every leaf of that tree had a name I'd have to learn them all. The branches touching them didn't know what they were called. It was stupid that I felt that way but it was beyond control, I've spent many hours of my days under its treetop, in the cold. During summer days its [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:03:10+00:00 March 21st, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments


I'm not sure about calling it home. It was the place where I watered plants that were only growing roots, except for the poisonous one. A place of unfulfilled projects, of ideas too lazy to become anything else. The only people I wanted to see talked to me in written words, printed on yellow paper. The [...]

By | 2017-07-27T18:35:05+00:00 March 21st, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

Before nine o’clock

"I'll have the salad," I said. "That wouldn't help," he said, "colorful vegetables wouldn't leave a stain in such a colorless self." "I guess I'll have some tea, then." "That wouldn't help either, a cold heart can't be warmed up by a cup of tea or liquor or beer." "Well, sell me a whole jar." [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:05:27+00:00 March 21st, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

Homesick thoughts

I woke up in the middle of the night and stayed in bed with my eyes closed for a while, trying to get back to sleep. It was about five in the morning when I gave up and jumped out of bed. The summer had been officially over for two weeks. I don't particularly enjoy [...]

By | 2017-07-28T01:25:03+00:00 March 21st, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

Rain dance

Too bad rain can't wash away tears you've never cried. Little drops dripping from your hair and running down your face, that was the closest you've ever been to crying. The moment it occurred to you that tears could help your eyes get rid of that image, it had been traveling for years through untraceable [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:06:04+00:00 March 21st, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments


They raised their voices in the name of compassion to silence words they didn't like enough, paradoxical was their motto and their flag a colorful cloth. Slogans signaled their virtue urgently, loud, rhythmically as one voice. As true as if they really meant it, that you could almost trust their cause. So they grew and became [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:06:57+00:00 March 21st, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments