KRISTINA LANG'S LETTERS & POEMS

An unimportant me The time in which we live is unusually weird, In isolation we must remain alone yet still united. What the near or...

Dear Doc, Today is about six weeks since we last spoke, and two and half months since we saw each other. Next week I will call surgery...

Kristina In front of your door I find joy This is my playground, my happy place Like a girl that chases a boy The waiting area becomes my...

Dear Doc, I wish you were with me. I am aware my wishes are selfish and if they ever became reality it would be messy. Feelings can be...

Dear Doc, Two nights ago, I wanted to write a poem with the title “yellow roses”. Roses from the vase in my bedroom inspired me. But I...

A hug Do you know how hard it is Not to touch you, not to come close? Do you ever feel my desire, To kiss your eyes, and to peck your...

Dear Doc, It is quite a cold and rainy morning. Still, I am writing this letter under the terrace in my garden. The only thing I can hear...

Dear Doc The weather is wonderful again. I woke up around 7 a.m. this morning. I had two coffees in my garden and a chat with a friend,...

Dear Doc I have a busy day behind me. In the morning I read and corrected the manuscript for a scientific paper. For some time, I have...

Dear Doc, I am sitting in my garden, drinking coffee and writing to you. It would be great if you were near me. I imagine you, sitting...