Fridhem translates into peace + home
The days are intense, the evenings the same. I’m writing a lot, which is good, but it’s exhausting. I’ve never slept in better beds away...
The days are intense, the evenings the same. I’m writing a lot, which is good, but it’s exhausting. I’ve never slept in better beds away...
smoothe summer evening budvar in hand I listen to circus drums beating rhythmically with my breaths and thoughts everyone should have a circus outside their...
It’s 30 C in the shade. What was I thinking turning today into a day for doing laundry? Phew. Well, I’m almost done. Just one...
The music is loud, too loud for me to want to pay the 200 CZK it costs to get into the room where the band...
It´s a rainy day in Prague, one of many this week. The Czech capital is like a moody mistress, and I haven´t learned the tricks...
sunbathing in bed on the fourth floor I don´t have to worry about love handles or that someone might see me writing in the nude
After six years as a writing site connected to my mailinglists on writing, I am turning Skriva.net into a blog. It’ll focus on writing and...
Kivutar Jag andas flammande lågor obönhörligt spetsigt pulserande Famlar efter ord och vilja Du är allt jag ser och talar Jag vill skrika så ljusen...
Today I really really need to get to work with the e-zine. I’ve been postponing it for too long, and then when I meant to...
I have watched tv2 all evening, where they had a thematic evening on madness/mental illness, especially madness and creativity. The topic is one I have...
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