The magnetic poetry on our fridge in Finland back in the days several times started me off on things I wanted to say. The actual magnets were too limited in grammar and words, but I noted down the words that inspired me and later reshaped it and added to it on paper.
These days one of the things I wrote then is starting to echo in my mind again, so I thought I'd share this short one *gasp* !
I have no idea if it is any good. But here you go anyway.
____
A different girl
dreams;
of freedom
and safety.
A crazed woman
chooses:
to leave
and live.
A brave child
seeks
a home
and happiness.
Sunday, 20 January 2008
Monday, 14 January 2008
Flashbacks
Sunday, 13 January 2008
I flipped through an old sketchbook hunting for some poetry, and thus:
I photoed some of them to share.
Dragons: A couple of dragon sketches from my time in finland and then a Madangel (selfportrait, for those of you who recall my alterego from some years back).


Spiders. The first spider sketch was interrupted since he got up to buy coffee (we were at a cafe in Nrkpg). Click to look closer.

Celticism: Step pattern (it filled the whole page, this is a tiny fraction), and a dragon bookmarkish thing.
Dragons: A couple of dragon sketches from my time in finland and then a Madangel (selfportrait, for those of you who recall my alterego from some years back).



Spiders. The first spider sketch was interrupted since he got up to buy coffee (we were at a cafe in Nrkpg). Click to look closer.

Celticism: Step pattern (it filled the whole page, this is a tiny fraction), and a dragon bookmarkish thing.


Friday, 4 January 2008
Look, I have a friend!!!11

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