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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.)

  • I’ve got life

    I have a job!!! A job relevant for my qualifications, even. I have a home, I have friends, I have love, I have a body, I have my health, I have beautiful memories, I have hope for the future, I have the spark of creation surging through my being, I…

  • En längtan

    En längtan följer mig vart än jag går. Den säger: “kom till mig, för här du finner en kraft långt bortom allt som du förstår.” Så massivt och så fast som berget står, så flyktigt och så lätt som vattnet rinner, en längtan följer mig vart än jag går. Så…

  • My summer so far

    Shock is morphing into joy. I’m doing things that I enjoy every day, together with people I love hanging out with. Without feeling bad about not studying or writing or whatever. Energy levels are picking back up, and I am so excited. About the rest of the summer, and then…

  • Summer solstice musings

    I passed. Not away, but the dissertation. I have a Master’s degree. I’m not a student any longer. How do I feel about it? I don’t know. Triumph? Relief? Joy? Calm? I guess those are the kinds of things I ought to be feeling. But I don’t know. I have…

  • Quoth the tired astronomer

    Imagine looking up into the sky at night, toward the stars that faintly glow, to curse your human mind for being slow and yet unable to cease asking why. Those distant lights insist on passing by, around the Earth and through your mind they go, suggesting that there is so…

  • Det mytologiska Prag

    Åh vad jag trivs bra i Prag. Hela staden luktar pannkakor och mytologi. Det är nästan som om det fanns en legend om varenda gatsten. Här spankulerar jag runt tillsammans med mina skrivarklasskamrater. Vi har hälsat på Franz Kafka, Tycho Brahe och Antonín Dvořák, för att nämna några beundransvärda personer.…

  • Being ever unprepared

    Suddenly I find myself in Prague. As unprepared as ever. Gods damn it, how can it be that I travel so much and still stress out completely every single time? Flailing around at the last minute, not having fixed half of what I had intended to do before setting out.…

  • A Thousand Nights, further continued

    One Thousand and One Arabian Nights, Vol 5 of 16 by Anonymous My rating: 3 of 5 stars 500+ nights into the relentless storytelling. More lessons learned: – If you follow through on your curiosity against your better judgement, don’t fret too much about it. You were probably destined to…

  • Ett styck sonettkrans

    På tal om ambitioner, va. Sju sonetter på en vecka. Jomenvisst. Och nu är den klar. Fatta: JAG HAR SKRIVIT EN SONETTKRANS! Kolla, jag är till och med stolt över det. Jag gjorde en grej för att se om jag kunde och för att jag hade en bra idé, och…