a non-binary redhead with sidecut and tattoos performing at a stage

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 walked into the woods

    I walked into the woods to look for peace To rid myself of thoughts ceaselessly churning I hoped to find salvation in the trees To still the pain that in my soul was burning I walked into the woods and found despair When looking from a cliff-top at the view…

  • Once upon a solstice

    Summer solstice has just rolled around. The Sun doesn’t actually halt at the highest point of its orbit, but nonetheless our human symbol-oriented brains cannot help attaching significance to the event. And why not? Might as well take the opportunity to look down at the orbits of our lives and…

  • Gender trouble

    “A phantasm, a threat rewriting history” so say the ones who haven’t read the books Can gender be constructed as a mystery refusing to be solved only through looks? Identity presumes there is a you are you prepared to change your view of me? I’m they, my pronoun is a…

  • Facts about my brain

    Five things I’ve figured out about how my brain works: It processes instructions disturbingly literally. Example: my partner phoned me from the post office, asking if they had forgotten their wallet at home. I checked, and yes, it was. They asked me to come to the post office, and I…

  • Redemption for a worrying mind

    Spring equinox is just around the corner. As usual, I don’t feel ready. For the light, for the heat. For the expectations. Still, there is something stirring within me. My feet are yearning to tread the paths of forest and field. My lungs don’t agree, seeing as they’ve spent the past…

  • Choosing to thrive

    Coming in for landing, at last. New home, nest, lair. New base of operations. Smaller, fewer people. Even more family-like. Priority was given to easy logistics around getting kids to school and ourselves to work, and proximity to forest. Reasonable heating costs. I’ve really grown up, haven’t I? I’m not…

  • Don’t hesitate

    If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is…

  • Will you hold a space for me?

    Will you hold a space for me? Will you welcome me home at the end of a long day if I come bringing pain or shining with joy with cleansing water with your familiar scent with your deep embrace will you carry me over the threshold to a space where…

  • It’s alive!

    *dramatic drum roll followed by fanfare* It’s alive! After two weeks of wrestling with WordPress, acutely aware of my utter lack of website building competence, a new blog has risen from the ashes of Scribo, ergo sum. Welcome, each and everyone, to Poetic Life. I am shedding my old pseudonym Winterdragon and will henceforth…