I was born in Sweden in 1980. I now live in Durham. I have a BA in pedagogy from Stockholm and a diploma in Creative Writing from Skurup, Sweden. I´m currently working on a children´s novel, among other things. Recent/forthcoming publications: Angelic Dynamo, D.A.S., Eleutheria,
Glasgow Review, Osprey Journal, Poetry Monthly, Sugar
Mule, and Zendo.
Dirtwhite flower on your lip. Giving birth to
bloodroom, clock. The next song is broken,
spermyellow ballons rising in the hollow sky,
sunless life taking the undefended. The
backdoor of youth, cracks of dirtangels
crying, lightless gift of evermore. The secret
smile, queen of all. Donkeylegs, syruphands.
Winterhead, wavelength. As in a dream she
saw herself above the man. Without, within
Imaginary twilight, grasping. The red and
white synopsis. Life left, look. Golden. Urgent
cry. Mountains walking in front of cars. Weeks
of touching. Her head, winter. Make water still
flowing legs, a sigh. Lilies under pillow.
Colours in your eyes. Eyes out in the distance.
Spinning lullaby. Craving for a kiss
Side by side. Thief by thief. A bottle of
whiskey. Pretending to be the shiny day
together with. Trustless. Millions of kisses. It
starts now. Heal. Escape. Win. Leaves from
tomorrow. Exhaust pipe. Blowing out
colours, yellow, red, blue, grey. A hit inside.
A dot of insight. Scenting animals. The smell
of secretion. Smeared. Blue and red, over the
heart. Licking sticks, white, just white.
Orange peel. Mouth on the outside. Lips
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