It is a heavy day. One of my greatest inspirations has passed away. Today this song will accompany my tears, instead of my happily dancing around like an idiot, as it would usually do. The world just got a lot less sexy. Thank you, David Bowie, for everything. You will…
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.)
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Winter adventure
So winter came at last, and with it a desire for communion with the frozen wilderness. So a hike was ventured, and in great company too. Through woods of naked trees, over hills and past streams and a lake. Even up onto an ancient volcano. All under a shining winter…
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Ireland
Fuck you, 2015. I won’t even bother to recap this year. There has been happiness, but the year in its entirety was tainted by a deep sorrow. I’d rather be looking forwards now. 2016 got off to a good start at least. Being sick and tired of the Christmas and new…
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Favourite readings of this year
Ireland is lovely. There’s sun and rain and green hills and steep cliffsites. Bars on every street and Catholic masses. We’re doing our best dodging the holiday spirit and chilling out as hard as possible. Amid sleep-ins, long walks, reading books and watching Full Metal Alchemist my body is starting…
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Holidays incoming
And the carcass of the beast Left over from the feast May still be found haunting the kitchen And there’s life in it yet We may live to regret When the ones that we poisoned stop twitching Merry Christmas and happy new year to those who are so inclined. Myself…
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NaNoWriMo success!
Hell yes! NaNoWriMo done, and with four whole hours to go. That’s more than I usually manage, in the way of deadlines. The third novel in my trilogy (known by the name of Wings on my Back), is thus complete. The first draft of it, that is. Craptastic as it…
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Homestretch
Exhausted, dazed with a fever and a cold, the apartment in dire need of cleaning and a mountain of dishes to do. The weather is lovely and I should probably take a shower, too. Or make some food. But all those trivialities can wait. I’ve got a novel to finish…
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This day a life
“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world. There is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die […] that we may appreciate the…
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Only passing through?
Perhaps I am going somewhere. Perhaps my journey really does have a destination, but if that’s the case I’m not aware of it yet. And I wouldn’t like you to make that assumption for me. Travelling is a state of being in itself, not only something to be passed through…
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Blood moon ramblings
There’s a lunar eclipse. I’m a shitty blogger but I’m writing now anyway. Even though I’ve been emotionally reclusive of late I’d like to at least pretend for a moment that I exist and throw these feelings out into the proverbial aether. Maybe they’ll be relevant to someone, although that…