Fjordscene Poetry

we weave a thread in space that tears its way through the fabric of reality – its colour sticking out in the dark – its brightness obscuring its frailty – it sways as it molds itself into the sturdier background […]

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 […]

There is a voice which calls to me: “You Can’t Drown” – water-borne I drift around within this sea, was I not too of water born? So much has moved beyond my reach as I seethe in this sea of […]

What if the Universe created us in an efforts to understand itself? And what if we in turn produce art and literature in order to understand ourselves? It would not be surprising then if art and literature – in a […]

a rhythm, no, a beat – unheard but in-between the sounds it rests, a string unstrung makes music without sound – a pulse, again, a beat – an un-tuned, fine-tuned air, a seed of music in its latency, bearing each […]