I started to write this blog around 4th of November with the aim to write a poem every day. I skipped one day, but just because everything outside where I live was too beautiful to even try and think about how to reach anything similar with words. What I have learned is that I feelContinue reading “Last Day of November – and the last poem for now”
I’m very much in two’s. I have two home countries, other by birth, other because I feel like I belong there – or because I chose it. I have two languages (although I do get by with German and Swedish as well, but would not dream of writing poetry in either of them). I haveContinue reading “Villages and cities”
Some days I like to remind myself I am a spoken word artist and read the poems aloud. Here’s today’s thoughts.
One of the reasons I love poetry is it’s ability to address and communicate in-betweens – the moments of change, the processes, the insecurity I always find trying to explain human experience and its correlations to reality with mere speech. We were chatting about this the other day, and one of the most obvious examplesContinue reading “On being unfinished”
26th of November has been a rather busy day – I’ve been talking with the graphic designer of my upcoming book, made calls over some other productions (two of my plays are being produced currently) and then accidentally ended up taking a long walk instead of a short one before enjoying Coney’s The Magic TrickContinue reading “Busy day”
I want to make it known that even if this poem seems to indicate I had something against men in suitcases (not to be confused with me with suitcases), I totally believe in the power of imagination and this poem rose out of the thought that if, indeed, there was a man in a suitcase,Continue reading “I fully support men in suitcases”
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”
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”