I should note that I don’t recall the details of the challenge that lead to the writing/illustrating of this particular series of events, but it appears to have happened so here it is. October 8, 2014 I had been escorted to the gasque by a lovely young gentleman who knew that part of town better […]
L____ How do you call yourself My sister, my priestess Who pressed into my palm This cold rough stone To be made hot by the blood of my flesh Smooth by the oil of my skin Heavy with the weight of my mind Then broken— How do you call yourself My sister My priestess You, […]
Reading through all this stuff again is making me really miss Sweden. Even the panic-inducing bureaucratic parts. September 29, 2014 Due to the fact that my decision letter was written entirely in Swedish, I couldn’t read it right away. After a sufficient amount of panicking I came back to the dorm and turned to Google […]
Untitled: Sometime 2014 I invited your Warm spiced musk scent of Play, laughter, books, Creation, art, prayer, closeness Openness, crumbling walls, safety Into my bed Where is came to stay And kept me warm.
September 19, 2014 I applied for my residence permit, or visa, just over two months before moving. I applied as soon as I could (within days of receiving all of the paperwork I needed for the application from my home university) and I applied through the worldwide internet, which expedited the process quite a bit […]
J__ She’ll make you wish Her painting on the ground Face down. You’ll soften to her Slowly When she smiles at you in the hall And you realize like dawning She’s trying to paint you But can only paint herself.
Uppsala’s domkyrkan is the biggest church in Sweden and you can see the spires reaching for the sky from just about anywhere in the city. If you can’t see them, it’s usually because there’s something else standing between it and you. In the course of its existence it has also been burnt down and re-built […]