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

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

Sad songs to make you sadder

I’ve been dealing with a bit of an unusual problem lately: I don’t feel sad. That probably sound strange but it’s an issue for me when I need to write about a certain emotion and happen to feel disconnected at that time from that specific feeling. The protagonist of my novel is dealing with a