Tag: Writing


The terror of emptiness is switched on. Turning the page is never enough. In the absence of redemptive words and the right tools for conciliation you are thrown back in time in an blink of an eye. Your automatic pilot has done it’s job, responing to triggers before you even

The Battle

Above ground frosty branches spreading it’s beautiful chill. Below the surface fragile roots being cut off. Under the skin, the sound of chains mouldering away by the pressure of the wings liberation. The smell of salt water and air, as tempting as the call of the siren. Tramp harder, feel

Deserted- In a Moment

There, at the end of the small dirt road to nowhere…. The deserted house. All covered in green you can hardly see it. A long time ago nature started it’s battle to retake all the parts it can possibly use.  Uninpeded it’s job can continue. No one is there to

Burn out -dikt

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Happyland – a small travel Journey

”When do you feel happy?” You ask me. ”When I go to the Borderland” I say. That’s the place between sleep and wakefulness. The place between dreams and reality. Right there, beyond the rationally thinking. Beyond the restless and anxiety-provoking pondering. Far, far beyond all the fears and the need

In every moment we are still alive

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A Tale from the living room floor – about the small things growing big

The house is breathing peace and quiet. My Man leisurely laying on the couch with his book. Looking satisfied and relaxed, he is.  Not taking any notice of me, lying here on the floor. Invisible and unimportant. To him. That book is so much more important. To him. I know

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