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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.)

  • Bare feet and glass splinters

    Life goes on. Feelings abound. Down into the deepest trenches, up into and beyond the sky. All in just a few weeks’ time. Somewhere within the pain and euphoria is the thing which keeps urging me on. So I keep walking. Keep running. My feet hardly hurt at all anymore.…

  • Review: Dreamrider

    Dreamrider by Barry Jonsberg My rating: 4 of 5 stars A believable account of bullying, with a touch of the fantastic. An easy and captivating read, resonating profoundly with my tastes. Thoroughly recommended! View all my reviews

  • Min första (och antagligen sista) löptävling

    Idag sprang jag mitt första lopp. Lundaloppet, 10 km stadslöpning. Jag har länge varit övertygad om att tävlingar inte riktigt är min grej. Att springa med folk framför, bakom och runtomkring gör mig stressad, och folk som tittar på triggar min prestationsångest. Men när en grupp från min institution på…

  • The joy of running

    To get up before six o’clock and run in the chilly morning air. For over an hour. Before breakfast. Barefoot. This is a thing I do now. Regularly, even. Just a few years ago the very thought would have appalled me, but as it is I even find myself looking forward…

  • Twelfth Night

    If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That was a most excellent staging of Twelfth Night. Not least the abundance of Shakespearean insults; their translations had me laughing almost until I cried. I think…

  • Review: The Kalevala

    The Kalevala by Elias Lönnrot My rating: 4 of 5 stars Well, this was an experience. Even though I am unable to understand it in its original version, this translation (by Kirby) made a thoroughly enjoyable audiobook. Tragic, beautiful, and so, so epic. Just look at this: Grew an ox…

  • Planets, galaxies and coming back to life

    Achievement unlocked: observe all planets through a telescope! Mercury, I got you at last, and in crescent shape nonetheless. This was a most excellent night of stargazing, and just what I needed after these past few weeks of hell. Planets, moons, satellites, star clusters, nebulae, galaxies. Glimmers of hope in…

  • When in disgrace

    When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this…