Fjordscene Poetry

life laughs at me and i spit in its face in uncontrollable rage – it flies right back and hits me in the head – “revenge: i won’t let you simply drop dead – you’ll be condemned to live instead…”

icicles in veins of glass – frost from mouth called words – you cannot, were not built to last –

dried-out mummy – juices drained – feelings sprained –

think in circles – brain gurgles in protest – murmurs, pleads for rest – night – no sleep – no time – there’s all the rest to do – to think – that day won’t let me keep… – no […]

anger seeping slowly, speeding through a weeping sheen – heart still beating thinking – keen – quiet, heating – laid bare soon – seen –

emulation of behavior fails for me – being sufficiently different to make other people’s behavior seem as deviant as it really is – acting mirror – seems to be my destiny –

distant humming skull-splitting silence-breaking vanity – denigrating human beings into eager servitude in the quest for being liked for being vain – insanity –

to you – to who? to me? maybe. why write? why not? it’s all I’ve got –

I write you to life again – I would that you were my friend though you weren’t so when alive and I didn’t realize that we even could have been until I heard you had died. — to “Gustav” for […]

  This collection willed itself into being at a time when I was planning an entirely different writing project, and stayed strong throughout the changes and/or demise of that and other projects I was doing on the side. I never planned […]

The lamp is burning its light is dull – whoever lit it has fled But through the night that faint, lost light keeps shining in her stead

What is the greatest source of inspiration? What can really make you contemplate and urge you forward to complete something? Well, if you’re happy and content you might never see the point of changing anything, right? You cannot know the […]

I carry the poems inside me no matter what else I do they hum in the back of my head and will me to see them through

Fingerprints etched with a finely sharpened tool into the stone Someone may have wanted to preserve a moment here They should have known that all they could effect was a memorable stone to stand behind; brooding at the passing of […]

Where are my sunrises? Where are my sunsets? Where are my days? An endless night has taken their place. Where are my colours? Where is the music? Colourless it fades. A blurry image of a world now passes by – […]

She speaks through me, she looks like me but I don’t want to know her – and if she was able to hear my voice or heed my advice there’s much I’d like to show her. But turning gently in […]

Someone once said to me: “Not all of your poems have to be good. After all, when you need to fill out a whole book, some of the material will inevitably just have to be fillers.” Just no. A chance […]

The question never ceases to surprise me – the only one most men have wits to think of when they hear that I write poetry. “So, you write love poems, don’t you?” over and over – always the same – […]

Tenuous grip on sanity – that scent of man – tendons on a turned neck – the gesture of a hand – Flex of muscles on a leg – – I can resist this! – To long – it’s been […]

Thick drops bright red dissolving in tonic water – evening distant buzz fading – tired of drinking, too tired not to –