Snowflakes
Like a hot air balloon you rose, silently Drifted away along the lightest wind I lay in rain and storm anchored to the ground Saw tough and taut the connecting line A message in a bottle arrived from...
View ArticleMemories of You 1
In the memory of you I become a deer caught in the head lights of a 20 tons road train This is my entry for the Poetry Potluck week 44. Thanks to...
View ArticleMemories of You 2
Memories of you smell sweet like rotten fruit my mouth water and my stomach turn in convulsion This is my entry for the Poetry Potluck week 44. Thanks to...
View ArticleHoliday!
Hello all creative spirits, It is a heart felt pleasure to share and follow your work online, and I cannot tell you how much I appreciate that you are following mine too. I just wanted to let you know...
View ArticleBack again :-)
Hi all! It´s been a long time! I´m finally back from a 1.5 month long holiday and now looking at a still heavy loaded work desk. I will grab that pen again the minute I get some time and not least...
View ArticleA Divine Comedy
I felt it break my beaten heart the pain teared open my soul Shattered like glass each piece contained the next like fleshy holograms I wanted to run but in space suspended the sharp truths hung like...
View ArticleSonic Circles – Rites of Erasure
Long time no see but I have not been unproductive! Some good friends and I started an art collective here in Copenhagen some months ago and we finally did our first piece together. A dark short movie...
View ArticleEternal
A spider crawls on my hand the wind in the trees and the birds in the sky form a chorus calling summer forth The grass gently strokes my pale cheek the creek by my side trickles fresh and cool under...
View ArticleBeing Quiet
As the sound of traffic joy and sorrow past and future are but waves of the ocean To stay in the moment not the drama that unfolds when waves ripple over the vast space beneath I die on this breath...
View ArticleWisdom from Buddhist Teacher Atiśa
Atiśa was a Buddhist teacher in the 11th century. He has been a guide and source of great wisdom for many people since then and a number of buddhist traditions are inspired by his work. I recently came...
View ArticleTomorrow is Another Day
so much talking can’t hear the words eyes slowly glide around the room without seeing it really yet this itch something i have to do can’t quite recall it will wait slouching noticing correcting...
View ArticleThe Power of Love
His vibrant eyes cut through the crisp of a burned heart A precision scalpel revealing an organ pulsating in the dark Old skeletons reflected in his purity tremorring as they dance Humble and...
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