Summer, holidays and a future close to hell. At last it was time for us to leave. Already two days before our departure the wife had packed half our apartment in bags — “well, we must take it with us, what if they don’t have one”, “you never know if we can get use for it” and so on. “Dad, can I bring my Gameboy?” the youngest asked. “No you can’t. We don’t have any … [Läs mer...]
In the footsteps of Baudelaire – my short life as a poet
All good stories start with the words "once upon a time". And so does this one. Once upon a time there was a website called Poetry.com. It is not the same Poetry.com you find today. The one I found was an older one, which now has disappeared. If that has anything to do with my efforts as a poet I don't know. I guess the jury is out on that one. One thing that … [Läs mer...]