Venus closing in

Eva van Beek

At dawn she stood in front of the door, steaming cup inside of her hands, she noticed a star in the eastern sky. It was dancing brightly towards the earth,

Clover of Four

Eva van Beek

(for my mother who would have turned 85 today) Betwixt the primal automn air I stroll along on worn out fields; I look for her in glowing leaves that tumble

The eternal transcience

Eva van Beek

Little petal’s white on the grass They have been thrown – simply to pass Noble peacock’s call in the grove They have been reared – only to rove Tender lamb’s

A weightless life

Eva van Beek

Her mind swirled around in circles, trapped in an ephemeral skull. Outside, the rain soaked the crackled ground. A suffocating haze lay above the horizon. No escape, not even to nature.

Trees of complacence

Eva van Beek

In front of my bedroom window Pine trees brush against the horizon Triangle shades in a waving distance They stand tall in front of existence. They have not asked to

No more Women’s Days

Eva van Beek

Today I hear a thousand voices aired “Woman are equal, woman are free!” Today I read a thousand words written “Women can do it, women are strong!” Today I see

Buds of sunshine

Eva van Beek

Beyond any doubt the curtains are drawn the wounds are spread open to dirt and to hurt one eerie lie is disclosed after another. A pile of dead leaves has

To work the Garden

Eva van Beek

Autumn slowly casts a softer light into the garden that now sheds its weight. The sun is tired, waiting to set, and trees and hedges forget their leaves. We grew

Creature’s hereafter

Eva van Beek

Life will continue its wondrous perpetuity while what it brings forth, will die in small fractions, for yesterday’s stories to fade in the sun. None of the remaining souls will