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...
Category: Writing
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...
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 â a...
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...
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...
Off to Storvik
There’s lot to do before I go to the US, and time is running by very quickly. I guess I need to make a list...
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...
Ingur days
Three days’ intense work with the Ingur anthology has paid off. Sofie and I have managed to expand it about 20 pages, and now the...
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...
Sick for Easter
Easter was a disappointment. First K caught a cold and then I got it. I spent most of yesterday sleeping. Today we went to the...
Springtime is here
Spring is in the air. The sun is shining, and it’s actually warm and cosy to sit on the balcony and have tea. Birds are...
A happy failure
Finally I can be ill. I’ve been figting a cold with American cold & flu medicine the past few days, going to work though my...
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