Jessica Holzhausen

Jousting at Blenheim Palace

Jousting Tournament with the Knights of Middle England, first weekend of May at Blenheim Palace

Riverwalk in Oxford, 2022

Riverwalk along the River Thames in Oxford during the Easter weekend: spring flowers in abundance, the occasional goose and more capsized boats than usual.

Long Covid – When a mild case is not so mild after all

16 March 2020 Covid still seems far away, only few cases reported in the news, Germany is already speaking about lockdown, in the UK it is still business as usual. I wake up with a sore throat and feeling a little bit strange. By afternoon I start coughing. It seems like a weird kind ofContinue reading “Long Covid – When a mild case is not so mild after all”

Bloodlust

The air in the cellar was still full of dust; the builders had just left this afternoon, others would come to pick up the last stones in the morning. Had it not been for the water damage after the last heavy rain, nobody would have ever opened that wall, nobody would have accidentally freed what had been lurking behind for centuries.

Assembly Rooms Bath

Harcourt Arboretum, Oxfordshire

First Love by Jessica Holzhausen

Originally posted on Ephemeral Elegies:
I dreamed again that you were dead. There was a hole in the ground and a coffin, some white flowers – you never liked white – and people I haven’t seen in 20 years. They still look the same. “It is my fault,” I say and my dream-self feels like…

A rainy day on Meadfoot Beach

Deleting Eve by Jessica Holzhausen

Originally posted on literally stories:
My client bought model T17 in April 2027 as a – I quote – ‘customizable sex toy with programmable character traits mimicking the behaviour of a real woman’. Mimicking – that is the code word here! Mimicking! The sex robot the prosecution likes to refer to as ‘Eve’ has never…

Lungs

Lungs Sand, paper and dust, raging fires beneath the surface a giant’s footstep on the back black ink dripping down the throat tears (un-)spilled and blood longing for air. Sand, paper and dust, shredded and broken a prizefighter’s punch in the chest lifeless wings unfolding in a storm shattered lungs and a breath neverContinue reading “Lungs”