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We are at the edge of the woods
where I go for walks
she is a foreigner
Here in Norway
she says
licking her lips
Do you leave your babies out in the cold
to sleep?
Steam rises between us and escapes
she hugs her purse strap for warmth
for some reason she seems afraid
I say
we do
Every day
we carry our babies in blankets
crocheted by an elderly relative
whose name we no longer speak
but suck on like raw resin
The thread must be made of silk
mixed with horse's hair
the horse must be dead, of course
the silk can be imported
it's easier to get these days
We must turn north
and our babies' heads must point eastward
we must walk all the way
most of the way
we can wear shoes
When we reach the woods
we put a coin in our mouths
beneath the tongue
and kiss the baby
we do not look around
But walk towards the lake
the one which never freezes over
the shoes come off now
When we return after twelve hours
it must be dark
we must carry the lamp in our left hand
We pick up our babies and leave the
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At the Home - Hjemmet
We drove there
in a car so old it warbled
thin, squeaky prayers for mercy
and arrived at the room
where the plaice skinned woman lay
under flowering feathers
the sheer face greeted us
and she grasped for the moon
with birch twig hands
on the table
a vase of blushing heather
we came back out
winter had laid its shroud
over the mountains
Vi kjørte dit
i en bil så gammel at den kvitret
tynne, pipende bønner om nåde
og kom frem til rommet
der kvinnen med rødspettehud
lå under blomstrende dun
det flortynne ansiktet hilste
og hun grep etter månen
med nakne bjørkekvisthender
på bordet
en vase med rødmende lyng
vi kom ut
vinteren hadde lagt likklede
over fjellene
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Two Years And Two Months Later
22. juli 2011
de snakker på radioen langt borte
vi sitter i bilen og bare hører
det er nå det skjer
men hjulene på bilen fortsetter å rulle
fergene går fortsatt
Hele dagen snakker de
Det gjør noe med deg
det er i lufta du puster - du synes du kjenner dem
alle de siste pustene
som blander seg med din
alle de siste pustene som fyller opp alveolene
pumper dem opp og skriker
Pust oss inn
Ta oss med deg
Vær god
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Kitchen Haiku
Measured carefully:
egg yolks in a French kitchen
our lives' brief seconds
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Plain Waiting
Over time
even hills get depressed
their snowy demeanor changes
and age old tears melt down cliff faces
Even hills get lonely
and start stretching out
trying to reach the next hill
with their sloping feet
And in the end gives up
and lay down plain
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Go Out Like Lamps
It's all the kicking and screaming
what always bothered me
it's all the fire
At the beach, looking out
across the frothy waves, mouths open in a collective roar
spittle coating their lips
it's all the screaming, isn't it?
What always bothered me
it's all the ruckus
the tooting of horns
the climbing of mountains and shouting
the beating one's chest
the food's not gone bad yet
pour some cream in
slide your finger across the string of my heart
Why can't we just pass quietly
go out like lamps
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This Red Plum Once Thrown
This red plum
once thrown and caught mid-air
sun-warmed flesh
between two young fruit pickers
She was in love with him
but they never shared a kiss
I bite into it
outside, snow is falling
under a flickering street light
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Safely There
Time comes running and running at me
and I'm left standing
at the bus stop
by your bedside
Thinking and thinking
of what will pass
of sights and sounds, tastes and smells
of music that will go silent
Waiting and waiting
for buses and woolen socks
polar bears and mermaids
and for the rain to stop
and the curtains to be drawn aside
I take the lift upwards and upwards
there are name tags and numbers on the doors
the radio doesn't work
and the visitors keep leaving
We have a garden now
but you knew that
I wonder what it looked like
when you thought about it
if the sun was shining then
And I forget and forget
the phone and the windowsills
and the view and the blackcurrant bushes
You stopped knitting
I gave you cherries from the garden
because I had more of those
than I ever had minutes or words
And I breathe and breathe
I'm usually so good at that
but then I remember:
Who will I give cherries to next fall?
What are we going to do on Christmas Day?
And I wait and wait
for the phone to ring
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Trygt frem
Tida kommer løpende og løpende
og jeg står igjen
på bussholdeplassen
ved sengekanten
Tenkende og tenkende
på det som skal passere
av syn og hørsel, smaker og dufter
av musikk som skal forsvinne
Ventende og ventende
på busser og ullsokker
isbjørner og havfruer
og regnværet som skal stoppe
og gardinene som skal trekkes fra
Jeg tar heisen oppover og oppover
de har navnelapp og tall på dørene
radioen virker ikke
og de besøkende bare går og går
Vi har hage nå
men det visste du
jeg lurer på hvordan den så ut
når du tenkte på den
om det var solskinn da
Og jeg glemmer og glemmer
telefonen og vinduskarmene
og utsikten og solbærbuskene
Du sluttet å strikke
jeg ga bort moreller
for jeg hadde flere av dem
enn minutter og ord
Og jeg puster og puster
for det pleier jeg å være så god til
men så kommer jeg på det:
Hvem skal få moreller til høsten?
Hva skal vi gj
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I read on the internet
as I am wont to do
that a cupcake means the end
That baking them is death
that quitting your job is not a new beginning
but a token of doom
that your short skirt is nothing
compared to pink frosting
If you are a woman, of course
you cannot quit your job
you cannot knit
you have no idea how dangerous this is!
The cupcake ultimately
will make you fetch your husband his slippers
raise children
clean the floors
and believe you are content while you are wasting your time
time better spent leading corporations
time better spent earning money
and wearing business suits
The internet says this;
I should listen
being a woman and all
(It says nothing on its position
regarding men who bake these pastries)
But instead I think:
What is meaning?
When I tie my shoes before I go out
what will that knot say about me
as a person
as a woman
as a teacher
as a human being?
Will that knot tell people something
that cannot be conveyed in words?
What ramifications will it have?
Who will
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Malin by SmallChange Malin :iconsmallchange:SmallChange 1 2 The Sun On His Face by SmallChange The Sun On His Face :iconsmallchange:SmallChange 0 0
Six 0 Two
I'm tired of all this writing and twisting of words
I can't breathe with it all
wound around my throat and tightened
I can't be a dam anymore, holding
and holding it in
and down
I can't be a knot
to keep the ends meeting forever
There will be a flood
one day
some day
the threads will slip and wear down the meat on my fingers
to the white bones
I am a box of kittens by the road
I am a dandelion, a weed, nothing but roots
the shadows and the street lamps
the turning away of heads
until I don't know where I am even if I'm home
all my things are here
but I don't recognise myself
There will be a flood
one day
To drown the little animals in me
to wash the paint off the house that I am
to carry my body when it gets too heavy
and eat all the words that I have to say
to cover
to clean
to eat all up and hide away
so no one can love me because they don't remember
and what's to remember anyway?
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Shark Skin Love
Please come outside he says
the sun is shining and there's grass
and laughter
can you hear them? Wind blown faces
faraway trees and moss close to your shoulder
and birds
but I was already sitting wandering
in my world not his, less bright but clearer somehow
which stretches far towards the inner seas and dark
one can dive for days, no one told me
but me
I know
his hand reaches in and goes further and his brush
across the water dips in
is it cold? A gentle shivering and a kiss
across the spotted shark skin stirring
is love
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The Ghost Of Coffee Past by SmallChange The Ghost Of Coffee Past :iconsmallchange:SmallChange 3 2
Good Advice
Remember to be more than dust
more than pebbles grinding against pebbles
more than lights flickering in the distance
leading sailors safely home
more than coal marks on the floor
more than scrapes and crumbles
be the tightening of wires
lifting heavy loads
be the singing in the night-time
be the veins in leaves and roots
be the drink that fills your cup
be the ink and be the blood
keep your window open always
to invite the singing birds
and the wind will slip inside
and hide its kisses in your hair
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...for my absence. I've had nothing new to add here in quite some time. I'm not dead though.

Just thought I'd tell you. and I appreciate all your appreciation. =p
  • Listening to: Death Cab For Cutie
  • Reading: Castle Waiting
  • Watching: Harry's Law
  • Playing: Dragon Age: Origins
  • Eating: Ice cream
  • Drinking: Water


God's lips are apocalips.
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
Current Residence: In my protective blanket of fear
Favourite photographer: Dave McKean, Francis Meadow Sutcliffe
Shell of choice: Nutshell
Wallpaper of choice: Cracked and peeling
Skin of choice: My own
Favourite cartoon character: The Great Red Dragon
Personal Quote: Just a little evil is just a little sexy.


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DNygard Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2013  Student General Artist
Takk for besøk :)
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Thanks for the +watch! ^^
SmallChange Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Your drawings are cute!

(I'm Orcadorsala.)
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Thanks for the faves!
hellonlegs Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2012
thanks so much for the fav xx
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Yay fav! :typerhappy:
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And again! :happybounce:
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thanks for faving my art
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thænks for the fæv! ;)
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