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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.)

  • Without my skin

    I lie awake in bed without my skin I peeled it off last night while you were here I wanted you to feel the blood within I wanted you to know I was sincere You reached into my chest and touched my heart I smiled and opened up my ribcage…

  • On conquering the Iron Throne

    What have you been up to lately? Me, I’ve been adventuring in one of the most beautiful places on Earth, leveling up my physical strength and skiing skills to an astonishing degree, reading an absurd amount of books and thinking really deep thoughts. Oh, and conquering the world, while I’ve…

  • The physiology of sorrow

    Where to begin? Where to pick up the pieces to carry on, after an ending? There is a silence, which is a struggle to break through. Who am I to go on about my petty little feelings? My problems seem insignificant in the face of death. But then, what else…

  • If this isn’t life

    Sunlight in my face To feel the rain upon my skin Icy waters swallowing me Wind to dry again Standing on a mountain top To climb the tallest tree See the birds The stars, the moon Reflected in the sea If this isn’t joy I don’t want no part of…

  • Winds of Winter

    The weather’s been pretty insane of late. Hurricane winds, and loads of snow with them. Power went out, standing up outside was a challenge. I held a mostly improvised lecture on astronomy, by candlelight, to keep the spirits of the guests at the hotel up. It was fun, haven’t done…

  • The return of the Luminous One

    The Sun is back! All hail the glorious orb of light! After so much darkness, working nightshifts nonetheless, daylight is pretty exciting. There are also loads more people around now. That’s also exciting, but tiring as well. So I think I’ll say fuck you to civilisation right now and go skiing…

  • To breathe the air

    Sometimes I think I’d like to breathe the air I could go out and meet the world outside But then I think I’d better stay inside Where I am safe from people who would stare Sometimes I think I’d like to see the sun Above the earth, and watch the…

  • Two weeks before sunrise

    Views from my windows, at noon. They say the amount of snow is uncharacteristically small for the season, yet it has piled up so high we can hardly see out anymore. Temperatures have dropped below -10 degrees this past week, and the lake has finally frozen over. I went skiing…