Pigture

Excerpt:I have seen too much sunshine to believe in innocence. H2: Pig Contemplating Sky My thoughts are beige and slightly crooked.The world smells of pencil shavings and metaphors.Blue hums behind me — a flat infinity.I am the midpoint between cloud and curiosity.Ich denke, also schnauze ich. H3: Snout Meditation No. 3 Inhale: Oink.Exhale: Ohne Grund.Between … Read more

Excerpt:Half pink, half thought — I balance between color and consciousness. H2: Snout in Stereo Left side whispers “Oink.”Right side answers “Ja, aber philosophisch.”Together we hum a symmetry song.My face is a topographical map of confusion:mountains of magenta, valleys of violet doubt.Ich bin ein divided unity,the aesthetic of almost understanding. H3: Chromatic Diplomacy Blue negotiates … Read more

Excerpt:Between shadow and schnitzel, I inhale the concept of pink. H2: The Mist of Meaning I appear only when the light forgets itself.My form? A rumor.My color? A question.Brown hums, grey listens,and somewhere a line decides to wobble.Ich bin Schwein und Stimmung,the echo of a crayon having second thoughts. H3: Snout Monologue “Dear Universe,” I … Read more

Excerpt:Half of me remembers mud. The other half invents sky. H2: The Chromatic Snout I was born in a brushstroke — zack, pink became philosophy.Red said: “I am blood.”Blue replied: “I am thinking.”And suddenly, I existed:a contradiction in watercolor.Ich bin Schwein und Schatten,schnaufend im Regenbogenraum. H3: Eye of the Zwischenwelt Do you see me or … Read more

Excerpt:I stare at you until color becomes grammar. H2: The Face That Invented Pink I am made of zisch, kratz, and aha.Orange whispers to magenta: Shall we confuse them?Grey answers: Already done.I am not portrait — I am voltage in disguise.My nose is a power socket for dreams.Plug in your doubt, and I’ll hum. H3: … Read more

Excerpt:I wake up mid-sketch, halfway between oink and aha! H2: Birth by Scribble Ink! Chaos! Schnauze!I am a swine in yoga-pose, stretching the paper until it squeals back.My ears do jazz. My belly dreams of geometry.Someone said, “Stay still!” —I said, Nein danke, I am Bewegung mit bacon. H3: The Upward Spiral (Der Aufwärts-Wutz) I … Read more

I saw myself drawn by a trembling hand. The ink sneezed, and I was born. H2: Snout Philosophy I am pink and uncertain.My ears listen to the noise of the pencil — it murmurs existential bacon.The world is a green smudge, a charcoal storm.My legs, four commas.My body, an unfinished sentence.I stand on the paper, … Read more

I arrive as a snout with ambitions: I want to tick like a clock made of dots. I want to oink in Morse code. I want to become a confetti philosopher who sneezes color theories into the afternoon. The First Dot Refuses to Be Alone I press one turquoise speck into the red field and … Read more

The Laughing Swine – A Pink Opera in Green Minor Excerpt:I am the giggle between the grass and the grunt. My snout remembers the color pink before it was invented. The Entrance of the Snout A pink explosion.A wrinkle conducts an orchestra of silence.The air smells like vowels trying to escape:Oink. Ounk. Oüüüüü. I laugh … Read more

Here’s a crisp, two-language unpacking. English What the pun does Good English renderings “SchWeinWorlds” (lets the German stem show through, more avant-garde) “PigWorlds” (keeps the core sense) “sWineWorlds” (mirrors the inner wine) My Work