A world of only poets
Sitting on a heated front seat of a car
my cock quietly hard
the driver silent, old rock music
slowly eating the darkness
wondering how it is
to live as a poet
in a world of only poets
All about: car
Personal story: How to tell the story of our car explosion
We're doing fine. I'm sitting in a bar in Zaragoza, watching an old man waiting, a glass of brandy in front of him. He looks at his watch. The Chinese children on the bar are yelling, and the television plays football. It is eight and I am here to write. Words are increasing their subjective ...
The Arktikum and the Aurea Borealis
The next morning I went up early enough to walk my way to the Arktikum Museum and enjoy some time looking at the great exhibitions there (it won a prize for the best museum in Europe in 1994). I learned about the Sami people of Lapland, their clothing and how important it is for them ...