The poems
Poetry
Words that arrived quietly and asked to stay.
Peter Pan Tivoli — Sagan om barnet för evigt i ingenstans
Här vinner alla alltid. Here everyone always wins. The story of the child forever in Neverland.
Read →The First Lady
I am not a victim or a witness. I call on congress. Give the victims a public hearing. Then and only then we will have the truth.
Read →Jag Blommar Fram
Not despite the darkness but through it — the way crocuses push through frozen ground, the way Easter arrives not when winter ends but while winter is still arguing.
Read →For the Ones Left Behind
they were calling for her. in the dark hours before the birds. a sound i had never heard before — not song, not cry, but something older.
Read →Mornings with Violette
i am waking up filled with a childlike joy. another day i have never seen before i think to myself. hello discover & wonder.
Read →Charlie's Bride — Part II: The Reckoning
your punishment is more truth
Read →Easter Tells You
it is possible to become a new creation
Read →Easter Tells You
it is possible to become a new creation
Read →The Gospel According to the Bride
your punishment is more truth
Read →April First — Again I Will Bloom
On this day I arrived in New York. On this day I arrived in London. On this day I arrived in Stockholm.
Read →In My House Lives a Faery
In my house lives a faery. Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown with silver spots upon her wings.
Read →The Myth of This Girl
My life is a myth that began with a little girl whom wanted to take over the world through her beauty and her kindred spirit.
Read →The Sweetness Mirror
I am the bible. I am the faerie tale. I am the scripture written in the veil.
Read →Jag Behöver
I need grace. I need love. I need closeness. I need God. I need sweetness. I need beauty. I need joy. I need sunshine.
Read →One Peculiar Child of God
I had a wonderful morning. Spring is happening. I am one peculiar child of God.
Read →Skapa Skapa Skapa
Create. Create. Create. One thing a day for thirty-one days. Be soft. Be magic. Be huge.
Read →The Seven Spells of Hope
I bloom forth as guardian of the defenseless, my body a cathedral, my dance a shield. Watch me become the spell.
Read →I Am Ordained
In the cathedral's rose-lit hush, a ballerina stands---ethereal, crowned for heaven, ordained by grace.
Read →18 poems