2. A little bit of Route 1

It is a strange feeling visiting a country you’ve seen so much of but have never actually seen with your own eyes before. The man at the car rental desk is a good example. He was very pleasant and helpful, recognized my name as Icelandic (despite me having a Swedish driver’s license) and that wouldn’t…

1. The Start of a Journey

Twenty years ago I headed on a journey that lasted for 20 years and not two weeks like I had been planning. We all set out on journeys like that at some point in our lives and they change us, alter us and sometimes they do last a lifetime. It was a bit chilly as…

I Live (A Poem)

I live in the space between your words, I live forever in the moment when you looked at me, anticipating my reaction. I live in the short glance, The quiet gesture, The forgotten moments. I live in the hours when the moon shines brightly Taunting me to tell it strange stories Of what never happened…

Silent Warfare (A Poem)

(Better read here) Those feelings inside me are not going away. I can name them after the dwarves in Snowhite, but that won’t change the fact that they’re sitting here, hiding in plain sight. The lightning flashes outside my window, but I hear no sound. And the silence is deafening. Overpowering. Hardboiled. I sing in…

Summer Break and Reading

I’ve decided to take a little summer vacation from THE CHESTNUT. I have a lot less time to focus on writing during the summer and I really need to spend the time I do have on the novel and though I am always working on a short story I’d like to relieve myself off the pressure…

JUNE Issue of CHESTNUT out now

    This month’s CHESTNUT is live now on AMAZON. The story is a bit of an experiment in tempo and voice. It’s a 3000 word story about the “fall” and about perspective. The story is called THE CHILDREN OF THE DAMNED. Here’s the link to the Amazon US site. Amazon UK site. I’ll add…

this smell (a poem)

this smell it provokes something within me behaves like this is a time for celebration though I’ve had no good news lately experiences are so unlike the memories they create as you’re dancing to the sound of the music you feel the rhythm of your heart connect with everything around you while the memory of…

IF POPPIES WERE BLUE (A POEM)

If Poppies were blue I might  think of you. The kid sits on the floor playing with distorted dystopian dinosaurs They are crawling out of mud piles, Fighting buck-toothed aliens with glowing limbs, The neon in all the colors of the rainbow.   I push a sugar cube into an orange and suck on it, childhood memories…

BLACK LETTERS: a poem

The dark night sky is a faithful canvas, With a cup of coffee by my side I pick up my pen to write you a letter You of the evening sky Traveling over my window In the form of a single star. I feel tenderness rising within me. Letters are black. They form constellations, Simple,…

Reading Books is Hard Work…

I’m reading a book. And yes, I can hear everyone who has ever known me sigh, “I know”. In the past days I’ve been wondering if I haven’t been reading the wrong in way lately. Not because I’m reading sideways, I’m not trying the Chinese way – but maybe I have been doing it the wrong way nonetheless?…

The May issue is OUT NOW

This month’s Chestnut is up on Amazon and iBooks. It’s a story somewhat in the spirit of magical realism and it’s about forgiveness, loneliness and heartbreak, but also about someone brave enough to go into a playground tower in the middle of the night. I’ve been slacking off apparently. Last month there was an issue as…

THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF HALLOWEEN STORIES

Let me tell you about a book and it’s not just any book.   I am thrilled to have a story in THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF HALLOWEEN STORIES edited by Stephen Jones. It’s going to be published by Skyhorse and is coming out on Halloween. More info here. Happy to be amongst so many outstanding writers: “Introduction:…