Tag Archives: oak

Exhibit in the White Villa

. UNCLE HERMANN Some of my uncle Hermann’s paintings are exhibited in the Weisse Villa in Kreuztal, Germany.  I had never heard about the Weisse Villa — the White Villa, which could be our regional version of the White House.  It turns out to be a grand mansion in a park of Kreuztal, a little … Continue reading →

Leaves of absence

The lack of snow, I suppose, is a blessing. On the cement of the sidewalk of my street, leaves that are long gone have left a mark. The mark is light-brown, like the tint of an old photograph, and only recognizable by its contour — gingko, maple, oak. It’s like a chemical exposure, the whole … Continue reading →

© 2024 Franx Fiction – Joachim Frank. All rights reserved.
The Alliance of Independent Authors - Author Member