What's Written
I write many different things, but my main passion is poetry. I adore poetry, it is, in a sense -my very own fire breath. Here there are some samples of my written work, poetic and otherwise. Have a look around and don't mind the ghosts.
If you're interested in publishing something or want me to write up some commissioned work for you, please send me an e-mail. I'm also available for doing editing assignments or translations (English to Swedish to English).
Over by the waning moon
a bird of prey is hunting,
and somewhere in the distance
I can hear the shadow wolves.
Away in woods of darkness,
Death comes swiftly, without warning.
So come join me by the fire,
let words of magic warm you.
For the night has been unkind
and the wind is full of whispers.
The rotting leaves smell of autumn and a new lease on life as I walk slowly to his grave. Death and rest, growing stronger and being reborn. I wonder if he really is somewhere out there leading a different life. With everything I know, I still don't know that. I think, I reason, I imagine... but I do not know. In a way that's probably for the best; too much knowledge isn't healthy. I should know after all. Huh, bad pun. Need to get an upgrade on my inner comedian.
The Aborigines say that when all seems pointless and you've lost your way, you must start to walk and keep on walking until you meet yourself. Then you will be lost no more.
I'm paraphrasing of course, but the idea is a solid one. Just keep on walking until you find yourself again. As the world is round you always come back to the beginning and as the wheel turns... Well, the imagery is timeless even if it's started to become cliché in this day and age. Humans, always so swift to disregard the truth if for no other reason than that it has been said too often. Like that somehow makes it less true.