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Monday, July 10, 2017

Menopause

There were all these waves
that washed over me
again and again
unexpected in an
expected way

They were quakes of fire that
started in my core
engulfed me to my edges and
claimed me
body and soul

Waves that
pulled me down through
a maelstrom of 
depression and
sadness 
placing every problem 
in the world
on my shoulders

Like tied to a stone  
fell through a
hole
got chewed
swallowed
and spit out

My own tribe
my own village
could offer me no 
consolation

I had become
a stranger to 
myself





Overgangsalder

Det var disse bølgene som 
vasket over meg
om og om igjen
uventet på en
ventet måte

De var skjelvinger av ild som
begynte i ryggmargen og
fortsatte helt ut til huden
slukte meg
kropp og sjel

Bølger som
trakk meg gjennom en
malstrøm av
depression og tristhet
som plasserte
alle verdens problemer
på mine skuldre

Som bundet fast til en stein
falt jeg ned gjennom
et dypt hull
ble tygget
svelget
og spyttet ut igjen

Min egen stamme
min egen landsby
kunne ikke hjelpe meg

Jeg hadde blitt
en fremmed
for meg selv

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A Wordle from The Sunday Whirl. 
The words to play with were:
wave, tribe, edges, expect, quake, spit,
stone, village, stranger, hole, own, swallow


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Thursday, June 01, 2017

I knelt down


I knelt down to - nothing. 
I whispered to an invisible being
that I had been told was there 
my fists clenched 
my throat pulsating in a precise rhythm. 

My first impulse had been to 
honor this being that 
I thought was there but 
nothing emitted from 
the space before me and
now I just wanted to hit anything within 
hitting distance. 

After an infinite amount of time 
I got up and walked away to
my true life.


Jeg knelte ned for - ingenting.
Med knyttede never og 
hamrende puls
hvisket jeg til en usynlig skapning 
jeg hadde blitt fortalt var der.

Min første tanke hadde vært å 
ære dette vesenet, men 
det var bare et tomrom der
og alt jeg ville var å slå ut mot 
alt som var i nærheten.

Uendelig lenge etterpå 
reiste jeg meg opp og
gikk derfra,
på vei til mitt 
virkelige liv.
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Wordle 133 - the words to play with were:
infinitehitinvisibleemitsrhythmimpulse,
distance, kneel, creation, whisperings, fists, precise

Monday, January 30, 2017

Aloneness

The kind of loneliness
that comes after having been with friends,
the kind that hits you in the gut and
hurts so bad
it doubles you up,
so profound and
so deep.
So different from the other kind that
seeps in during long days of
being alone,
the kind that leaves you limp,
passive and
heavy with resignation.


(Den slags ensomhet
som kommer etter at du har vært
sammen med venner,
den sorten som treffer deg i magen, 
så dyp
så vond at
du står dobbel.
Så anderledes enn den andre sorten
den som kryper inn i løpet av 
lange ensomme dager,
den sorten som gjør deg 
passiv og
tung av resignasjon.)

Wednesday, January 04, 2017

The swan

I saw you flying over the lake last night
your elegant body held up by strong
wing strokes,
you and your mate and three juveniles
still in their grey plumage,
flying silently
in formation
landing,
settling on the lake surface,
ready for an evening snack.

It seems to me like you have the
freedom to go
wherever you want
maybe just driven by
hunger and the need for
protection and
a habitat,
but what do I know?