»Wer uns unserer Träume beraubt, beraubt uns unseres Lebens.« - Virginia Woolf, Orlando

The fog month is a time in-between. The warm and cozy days of autumn have passed and the bliss of Christmas has not yet arrived. Cold is creeping in and a careful eye might see something dark going on in the shadows. November is a time where mystery stories are born and raised, where the first snow sets in and a fire in the chimney is a symbol of hope. It is a time of rest and remembering, of being thankful for what came before us and what comes after.

November Negligence captures all these feelings and puts them into short poems. Dwell along in the lines of fog and forgetfulness. And do not forget to bring a blanket and a nice cup of tea.

November Negligence is the first installment of the 12-part book series „The Chronicles of Yesteryear“. Every month of the year has its very own rhythm, its holidays, its own magic. The Chronicles of Yesteryear are a year-round poetry series to cherish and celebrate every month as it passes.

There is no other month in the year when we yearn so much for some music and tunes in our lives than March. Winter is losing its grip upon the earth, the mornings suddenly start to look promising, the nights appear to be forgiving. Yet there is a soft darkness to be felt on lonely weekday evenings. March is a month to reset our hopes for the year as young as it might be, it marks the last opportunity to find comfort in late winter days as well as to recharge our bodies with the first beams of sunlight.