The sea is getting to me, obviously. It’s been a long and very productive day, during which I have figured out future projects, done some work with a acting piece in development and wrote these two which I, at least for now, love. Enjoy!
Monthly Archives: November 2020
I don’t write love poems, and I don’t write poems about poems. Here is a love poem about poems.
Admiring others – four of my friends who have no idea they are now a poem
I should probably have said yesterday that when I talked about writing for and about others, I did not so much mean writing about the lives of other’s than I meant writing about thinks I find adimirable in some people within my life. I once messaged with this guy I had met on Tinder whoContinue reading “Admiring others – four of my friends who have no idea they are now a poem”
Starting a cult, being selfish & making promises
I believe there is a magical amount of self-love that is just right so that you can securely share affectionate gestures with people but won’t become a jerk, and that magical amount of self-love is a key toward a better world. The amount of experienced self-loe fluctuates day by day, some of us have itContinue reading “Starting a cult, being selfish & making promises”
I’m a rock’n’roll star
I sometimes wonder whether I want to be a performing artist or not, because even when I love being on the stage with poetry and will never give that up (you can see some of my performances in Youtube), I’m not much of a fan of that weird lens being up on stage creates, andContinue reading “I’m a rock’n’roll star”
Love
Let’s play! Day twelve and I’m exercising patience with not being patient at all
This poem was brough together with writing random letters on the shells, writing random words on the shells, throwing these random shells on the floor to create a random order and then I just filled the gaps. Welcome to the party of the sun, we are all invited and most of us don’t behave!
Eleven is for November in Neverland
I seem to subconsciously consider November to be my favourite month in Ireland. It appears in quite a few poems, also in those who weren’t written in November but during summer months. I love the silver shades of ocean during winter time, and November is by far the most beautiful combination of pale sun lightContinue reading “Eleven is for November in Neverland”
Ten is for
Ten items I could not live without Friendship Softness – blankets, hugs, warm tea from worn-out cups the way you look at me with curious touchSadness, days when paths turn into streams, brooks and runnels twisting underneath the darkest tunnels through which our raft built from scrap will take us. ShelterLove – in all shapesContinue reading “Ten is for”
Queen of Wandering 