It’s a cold, cold winter

We’ve had a crazy amount of snow in the past week, which is odd. This time of year is usually marked by the beginning of spring but we’re now having more snow that we’ve had all winter. It’s also pretty cold, with – 14 C° (6.8 F°) just the other day. When spring nears, it

Counsel of Akka

My steps are heavy, oh sister My burdened heart has fallen into my shoes,If only I could close my eyes and sleep away from this world… Oh, brother! Why do you weep?Why has Maya rattled you so? Do you not see that she rages in vain?Be not saddened by this great illusion. Sister, I beg

Two needles

The All gave me a pearl,A great treasure for all my days And They gave me to her. A wedding procession carried usthrough the Heavens Before we even knew how to speak. An awen was given to me, A beautiful daimon, To own my breath and sooth my body,To speak to me whispers and harvest

Sky traveler

Today I saw a seagull shitting on a king. How regal she looked, So unbothered,As she shat on his copper head,His mug turned green by time. How little use our honoured titles are for one who can travel the skies.

Poem: Sleeping with Ghosts

Content warning: death, suicide, transphobia This is the text I was trying to write for Transgender Day of Rememberance, but I couldn’t find the words then. Sleeping with ghosts I have a head full of ghostsAnd the air I breath is full of ghosts.Do you not see? Can you not hear?Everywhere I go, they go

The Giants Shine at Night

I have wandered many nights when I could not sleep.I have wandered in Gothenburg and in Bangkok, in Dubai and in Lyon.I have wandered under falling snow and in tropical heat,At the feet of skyscrapers and beneath cathedrals.I have wandered alone, most of the time. And in all cities the world round,The giants shine at

A prayer poem: Song of Byggvir

I am the son of the soilMy feet are in the dirtMy bones grow downwards like rootsMy soul reaches up high,Where Mother and Father waitAll Their children’s return My body comes from the soil,From the lovely body of Jord, I was bornMy soul comes from Oden,He breathed me to life,Gifted me with spirit and mind,As

A Free Mind

I am nowhere-manNot here-manI’ve longed walked through empty streets at nightWhen the city sleepsAnd the people cannot see me In the daylight,I speak the words they put in my mouth,I dance the steps they tell me to dance,I smile when they do and I frown when they do.But do they know I’ve lost my mind?

A Song for Sunna

I went and had another walk by the sea today. The sun was already low when I came to the shore at around 2 p.m. and soon I found myself whispering an improvised tune to Sunna. Later, I wrote the words down and added a few extra verses. The poem is in Swedish, which is

A prayer to Valfreya

Take me to the burning ground,To the one beyond the battlefield of life,Strip away the clothes of my desires and of my fearsThen cover me in ashes Take me to the burning ground,Fill Your Divine Hands with the blood of my fallen brothersAnd give me to drink For I know the path I must walk,I