Category: Writing

Soho Starbucks 0

Soho Starbucks

The wind blew me in at the corner Starbucks It’s one of those days when you’re just swept away Wherever it takes you, you go Wherever the hurricane blows Isabel’s a moody maid, raging...

At Le Figaro 0

At Le Figaro

Chasing Jack’s shadow, I find myself just a block from his favourite hangout in NY. Le Figaro is a small café and pub with what sounds like delicious desserts. I settle for a latte...

Bowery Poetry Club anniversary party 0

Bowery Poetry Club anniversary party

I got back to the hostel at around 15.30, after having first walked through Central Park to Strawberry Fields and the Lennon memorial – a big mosaic star with the word Imagine in the...

Hot and humid 0

Hot and humid

Jetlagged, sweaty and hungry in a small yellow room with four beds, four people and a mouse I begin my discovery of the great city There’s piss on the floor in the restroom was...

Meeting Jack 0

Meeting Jack

â€?You don’t get any younger,â€? he said, holding up a picture from his Hollywood days. A contrast to his graying face and hair. But he was smiling and I thought there’s no big difference....

Plattan Poetry 0

Plattan Poetry

Today was the yearly “Världens längsta bokbord” – the longest table with books in the world – on Drottninggatan. The idea is that a lot of stores that sell used books get a few...

A couple of days at Långbro folk high school 0

A couple of days at Långbro folk high school

It feels quite nice when you’ve actually got some writing done as planned, and it’s not the middle of the night. I didn’t think I’d have anything to put in my portfolio for the...