Tsead Bruinja (1974, Rinsumageest / The Netherlands) lives and works in Amsterdam (The Netherlands).
He writes poetry, reviews of poetry and has organized several literary events such as the open-air poetry festival Dichters in de Prinsentuin (Poets in the Prince's garden). He writes in Dutch and Frisian and has published his work in a number of literary magazines. For a period of two years he was a member of the editorial board of the Frisian magazine Hjir.
sadness ripe and crumbling mirrors her
in the market salesman's trays
delicate is she who loves apples
he sees that he sees her stubbornly
...
my love nobody knows how in earlier lives
we passed each other by in the street or just missed the bus
in which one of us sat or in which you were my sister my mother
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he galloped out of his final dream
like a rusty knight on a white-washed horse
with a rigid dick and tidings for his wife
of the joy he'd found in fantasies of her
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he is the man who has to march
has to march and march and march
so full of desire
and hooked on women
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each word I lay down before you
on the ground and at your feet
is a word too many
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