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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 deafening noise my heart makes

    It’s as if you’re pulling your fingers through the darkness within me with all your words and your voice and all of that art and the desire to burn all my bridges, to sail all my ships to completely surrender in the face of the deafening noise my heart makes…

  • Running and why it’s worth it

    Somebody told me I have a runner’s body. My first thought was no, a runner’s body would have strong bloody joints that could withstand the mild, repetitive shocks that impact with the ground entails. I’ve come far enough in my training by now that it is essentially my knees and…

  • I will never tell you not to cry

    What sorrows do you hide behind your eyes? Come, tell me what you’ve tasted of despair Cast off the smile you wear as a disguise Let loose your demons and let down your hair What curses have you bellowed at the sky? Come, tell me all your hatred, I implore…

  • Happen to me

    If I let you Happen to me Pretend words have no meaning Let you build A fence of language A language offence To hold against me You ought to hold against me The border of your skin Between our fingers entwined A distance so far An ocean in our eyes…

  • Paradiset mellan mina händer

    Skam och skuld härskar helt orimligt över mitt liv. När kan jag kasta den ifrån mig? Finns det områden i mitt liv som den inte berör? Ja, jag tror det. Jag har hållit paradiset mellan mina händer. Är inte den insikten nog för att leva ett helt liv i salighet?…

  • Science fiction at its best

    The Telling by Ursula K. Le Guin My rating: 5 of 5 stars A marvellously thought-provoking and well-written book. Having read my way through the Hainish cycle has placed Ursula K. Le Guin among my favourite authors. All of the Hainish books are good. Four of them are brilliant, and…

  • Review: Paradise Lost

    Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained by John Milton My rating: 3 of 5 stars “The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven” What it may lack in subtlety it makes up for in eloquence. A recap of the Bible,…