Fjordscene Poetry

How about writing about something I know? Something I care about? How about not caring in advance whether the reader understands or wants to understand or whether or not it even matters? How about settling for the idea that everything […]

I want to write something beautiful. I want to write something meaningful. And perhaps that’s the entire problem. Perhaps that’s why I never get to write nearly as much as I think about writing. Reality is just not that pretty. […]

I want to believe that I could create something that could last beyond my years. I know however how unlikely that would be. I “go there” every once in awhile and the streets remain the same but the houses change […]

Darkness descends on the city that once bustled with life and now sleeps even during the day. I look out the window and see its slow but inevitable decay. I think to myself how much easier to have been born […]

I carry bricks and tile with me in my pockets whenever I go to the city. At least it seems so. Every time I return to my hometown I find an old house torn down – every time I go […]

Når jeg lukker øjnene ser jeg bølgerne rejse sig; sivende der sukkende bøjer sig; det flakkende lys fra mit hjemlands vægelsindede sol – nej, lyset fra fakler båret gennem byen – byen er skrumpet; en opløst sukkerknald – husene står […]

Fortidens slør smyger sig om min krop ved hvert trin jeg tager gennem ruinerne – hvert trin et dansetrin og fortidens slør gør de døde levende omkring mig – jeg ser dem omkring mig alle optagne af det liv de […]

Alkohol vugger mig som bølger Bølger på min barndoms sandstrand Hold kæft; jeg er hjemme

Your parents are a fortress that serves a dual purpose: to protect or to incarcerate – Your family’s your country for better or for worse, whether you would like to stay or wish to escape – You’ll carry these with […]

I. Out where the ocean meets the land, the land some dots spread in the sea, remote and distant is the land cut off from where it used to be – The surging tides they push and pull, raise and […]

Monologue: Where I Stand Now. “I walk alone, remember not a time when this was not my lot; I walk alone, my melody the roaring of surrounding sea; I walk alone, my song is this, be left alone my only […]

The archipelago, dazed in the sun, glazed with the colours of the plants, steam rising from the heated ground, the shoals around the islands turquoise, dark-blue, green, in places can be seen the seafloor vividly, the glossy surface of the […]

I know a place where the rain is warm and the wind is genial – I know a place where the sun is mild and the darkness minimal – I also know it isn’t here which isn’t optimal…

I’ve loved you since my childhood. I’ll love you till I die. Your immaterial material being has made me laugh and cry. I know each nook and corner, I’ve walked each street and path. And though I’ve left in person […]