Queen of Wandering

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"

Nine is for goldfish

Day 8? Eight, I think – Exercises with different mediums

I love working with different mediums, and I love singing. I'm also terrified of singing, because I have far too many times been told I can't sing - which is not the whole truth. I am actually a decent singer whenever I'm not afraid. But I'm sure you can see the vicious circle there. Today,Continue reading "Day 8? Eight, I think – Exercises with different mediums"

Monday, rejections & day 7

I've been lucky enough to get grants as an emerging artist, and my work has been shortlisted and published, but the amount of rejections compared to the amount of succesfull submissions is sometimes quite soul-crushing. Like on a Monday when you get two rejections on the same day from things which matter and you feelContinue reading "Monday, rejections & day 7"

Day 6, thinking about tresholds, doors & portals

Day 5 – Polar Night (a theme given as a gift)

I love writing from words or themes other people give me - please, if you feel like there's anything you want to be turned into poetry, head to the form which will send your suggestions to me. I love them mostly because I always find something which I wouldn't otherwise write - it pulls meContinue reading "Day 5 – Polar Night (a theme given as a gift)"

Simple things – day 4

Constantly looking for the next innovation or new way of doing things shifts the focus of work in such a way that depth disappears - I prefer growing things, repetition and practice, research and lots of failure, and I think the trick is to focus on that repetitive work, not finding something extraordinary (it appearsContinue reading "Simple things – day 4"