Phill Ibsen

  • ​(Of nostalgia, melancholies and dreams we once had but was forced to forgo)

    “Honey, I’m feeling cold..” “Honey, don’t leave me alone..” “Honey, I’m shivering…..” “Honey, there’s a lump in my chest, my lungs hurts so bad I wanna cry….” “Honey, please hold my hands, just once….” “Honey, it’s dark, please put on the lights….” “Honey, it hurts, please make it stop..” Hani doesn’t want to talk to… Read more


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  • (If relationships had democracy…)

    If there was freedom of speech. Freedom of movement. Freedom of expression. Freedom of mass communication. Then I guess we wouldn’t be lying to one another. I imagine,that my girlfriend will ask me if it’s okay to date another dude. She’ll notice him. She’ll tell me that he is her crush. And I, I would… Read more


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  • (When you’re still mine)

    Years from now on, you won’t be mine. I’ll be looking back, and I’ll be surprised at how fast you’ve moved on with life. I’ll be driving along Nakuru-Naivasha highway on a hot sunny day. My truck will break down. And I’ll be alone. I’ll be stuck somewhere along the highway, where help lies thousand… Read more


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  • (Too good at goodbyes)

    I’m recouping in some hospital bed; right at the same time some music is playing on in my mind. “Too good at goodbyes, by Sam Smith”. My doctor has just finished talking to my parents. My doctor takes glances at me with his gaze lowered. My parents turns around and sets gaze upon me. Our… Read more


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  • (Conversations)

    The next time you shall be seeing me, I’ll be in a prison cell. You will come for a random visit. (Crosses his legs together. With a cigar stuck between his lips, he explodes into a laughter..) nah, nah, nah, of course I won’t be the warden, that’s too cheap for the taste of my… Read more


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