Read: Today’s made-up word


Uli Lenart


The day my family were to paint our house jasmine and blue, my Great Aunt Gupta, who is very, very little, took me to the city to meet the poet lady. There everyone rushes late, except the stray men who sleep rough with the statues. The bookshop belongs on antiquity alley full of precious books I shouldn’t touch. When the poet lady asked my name I flumbered shyly, so Aunty told her “Kali”. She smiled at me with big sorceress eyes and wrote in my copy, see in ink red like lava: “Dear Kali, you know sometimes I flumber, too.”


This piece of writing is featured in PEN’s e-book, The Dictionary of Made-Up Words, made in partnership with the European Commission Representation in the United Kingdom. Read the whole book!




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