like frost on a winter tree |
like frost on a winter tree,this was goodbye without returnthe crystals set and gleamingfor their hour, destined to wateras most things are.but what if we were to halt thisspring, this force of time t...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 10:38:00 GMT |
Silence is Time: Collaboration with P & F |
Here is a product of a happy collaboration between several people, from different artistic genres who are passionate about what they do. The marvellous Pettersson & Fredriksson, two f...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 01:35:00 GMT |
stars |
on a late morning skybeckon, as I move againfrom inside to outsideshifting once or twiceunder love-safe feathersbefore touching the coolmorning air with my skin,still warm and dreamythis is the day, I...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 01:47:00 GMT |
a walk in gammlia |
the day is not particularly invitingsometimes it is like thatthe gray sky, the heavy clouds,the steely airI put on my coat, and take to the road,anyway, people left in their houses, tofix those little...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 06:58:00 GMT |
i hear the grass |
I sit herea summer daymost things in place, butsome things dying.I see an oak, grown from a stump,twelve hands wide, but not too deep.I care not for stories today, nor forfairy dust, though my mother'...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 03:09:00 GMT |
love warrior |
and the world came crashing down againa moment's peace, the sleep came like along lost friend, only to be met by the sound of an altogether too familiar pestbut why, woken up, do I not just settle bac...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 12:00:00 GMT |
hunger speaking |
another day before breakfasti ride on yesterday's steamand last nights' dreamsthe promise and disappointmentof everything and nothingas reality pulls its gentle rope around me like a noosehe sits not ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 11:57:00 GMT |
exhaustion speaking |
what truth can comeof a tired handhalf steamed and shakenafter just another daywhat truth can comewhile he remains hiddenamongst passages and scripturesfrom a secular psalmwhat truth can comewhile we ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 11:54:00 GMT |
He came to me |
He came to meIn a wooden boat, across the still dark waterA simple boat Made to orderArrived without my askingI stepped aboardAgainst the cold twilightAnd the water lapped for a minuteJust a minuteUnt...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 02:13:00 GMT |
Defiance |
What comes of hunger?A drive, like a rush of waterSmashing open damsCrashing open locksAnd sending me, sometimes tumbling, sometimes streamingPast where I thought possible.What comes of longing?A tend...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 02:11:00 GMT |
