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Welcome

There are some who call me… Tim? Pronouns they/them. Former astrophysicist, current poet and storyteller, perpetual weirdo.

I intend to follow Mary Oliver’s Instructions for living a life:
1. Pay attention.
2. Be astonished.
3. Tell about it.

You are invited to follow along on my poetic life journey. This web page is mostly a blog where I irregularly share my poetry, recaps of adventures and general musings. For the most part I write in English, but occasional Swedish may occur. It’s been alive for 14 years and counting, although (like me) it has gone through some shape-shifting along the way.

For the latest posts, scroll down on this page. If you’re looking for a specific topic or post, you can find a search box and a tag cloud in the sidebar on this page.

If you’re curious about other pieces of art or science I’ve scattered across the internet, do take a look at my list of creations.

Well met, until our paths cross in Cyberspace or Meatspace. (Meatspace is my favourite, really. Hope to smell and touch you at some point.)

  • The lovely air

    Go out, my friend, and breathe the lovely air Recall that you are free, awake! Awake Your senses to the world, let pleasure shake Your body as the wind blows through your hair Indulge in your desires, and be aware: To live in shame would be a huge mistake If…

  • A fond return

    His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman My rating: 5 of 5 stars I first read these books at the very formative age of 14. I read them for the 3rd time at 28 years of age, and yes! They still qualify as my favourite books, by far. It was a…

  • A wandering mind

    When I say I have a wandering mind I mean that my mind goes off on hiking trips for days. Spontaneously, ill-advised, and often through uncharted territory. And it certainly doesn’t tend to look where it’s going. My mind is prone to getting lost. Forgetting compass and boots at home,…

  • Scaling inner mountains

    Moving to a new place is a pretty effective self-check. This tendency to take on the same social role almost independent of which group one is in is a very strong force, but I’ve been making efforts to counteract it. Not that I’ve been trying to pose as someone I’m…

  • For the dark to have its way

    Tonight is not a night for happy endings Tonight is for the dark to have its way Tonight I think I finally will end things I have to go before the sky turns grey I’ve walked this road before, I know its bendings I’ve had my highs, and now I…

  • All is well

    This view greets me after work every morning. I get to go skiing for miles and miles… … amidst MOUNTAINS Just an update to show that I’m alive and well. So, so well. I’m positively thriving. Work is psysically exhausting but I hardly have to use my brain at all.…

  • The mountains are calling, and I must go

    Sometimes dreams descend upon you rather unexpectedly. Here I was set on trying to find part-time work as a teacher while investing myself in an undoubtedly unhealthy amount of hobbies and creative projects. Then a couple of days ago, more or less out of the blue, I got offered a…

  • The missing parts of me

    I found the missing parts of me Inside the landscape of my dream Far be it from me to forget That me and all the Earth is one So through this world I will go on While Sun and Moon will rise and set Inside the landscape of my dream…

  • Om du bara visste

    Jag hittade min gamla blogg härom dagen. Den finns fortfarande där ute på internätet om en vet var en skall leta. Tänk att det var över tio år sedan jag började blogga. Den som skriver påminner om mig på många sätt, ibland pinsamt mycket, men är också ganska mycket mer…