Wednesday 29 February 2012

55th stone - spring mist

here
i could                  have rested

                                    flakes of
                                    heart rust


            spring mist

                 where the underworld

                 passed

Tuesday 28 February 2012

54th buried stone

temps past
10C

              burying
                         the dog of winter


did i mention
i never saw

                               (black)

            a smiling christ

the last day before tomorrow



Monday 27 February 2012

53rd stone in mud - bilingual

so
clearly
spring

mud
every
where

                 & I get lost in hippocampus











klart
forår

mudder
over
alt

                  & jeg bliver væk i hippocampus

Sunday 26 February 2012

52nd - coming

home
again

                             a brand new child

the sky
of coming
spring

                                   looked at me

is mine -


                       a plane going East zips open the blue

             from across centuries

Wednesday 22 February 2012

51st stone - downer

again
missing light

                                 just here

takes up
too much

                       where a bird should
                                   have sung

space -

                                 a burst of ashes

late winter downer

Tuesday 21 February 2012

50th stone - green bird


it could have been
                  spring

      a bird i imaginge as green

sounds like
a bicycle pump

Saturday 18 February 2012

49th stone prelude

just as
      the raindrops prelude

      is no longer a prelude

the trees retreat into
         the dusk

Friday 17 February 2012

48th room

 here at last

                                  something is
                                 unfreezing

         the flock of photons

                     slower than I die

            that shapes
your face


there's a room inside the held breath

Thursday 16 February 2012

47th stone - parallels

there
just there                               in moonlit sorrow

her skin                                got older


                     all around me
stairs that go down

                   i see her
                   in all her ages

                         at once


i am a nail
missing

Wednesday 15 February 2012

46th scream

 don' t tell me
               what u
                       c


tell me why
           you scream

          like i do

Tuesday 14 February 2012

45th - miserere


retracting
what once fel

                                                                                inside my glass bowl
as snow


                      5 or 7 imaginary cicadas

the clouds stretches
from here to the clouds



                                                              sing Gorecki's
                                                                     Misere
                                                                        off key

Monday 13 February 2012

44th stone - light

             what                 is it
             with
                   this
                  light?

pain is
       a needle's
eye



                     as the snow melts



Sunday 12 February 2012

43rd blur

between here
              and
              the clouds


a blur

         and a few ravens -

         nothing i can't name

Saturday 11 February 2012

42nd inertia

nothing happens

                  my ear canal
                          houses

10
    imaginary unicorns


*


cl
ap
pi
ng

       1 hand      &



            op
            en
            en
            ve
            lo
            pe



I retrace
my place
     on the leaf

Friday 10 February 2012

41st - butterfly

in passing
          she
     tells a butterfly

    her favourite color
          is

  blue  

Thursday 9 February 2012

40th stone - her flower

as it is
            with flesh ...

somehow the frost
knows


i revisit the moist
of her flower

how to forge
       the smell of her skin
                      on a summer morning


and reenter

from my dust

Wednesday 8 February 2012

39 going on 40 - stones, that is

the screaming moon
tucked away

for a bit


i chase pearls

from every corner

the single bed
is mine
again

of the petri dish

Tuesday 7 February 2012

stone no 38


infected
ear
canal the                        frost
             an orchid
                   drops

                                        with the sound
                                                     of a singing
                                        eardrum


                                                      a clinging companion
                                                          staring into this
                                                              mud me



Monday 6 February 2012

37th simple stone

deep frost

in between stars

room for
a
face
or

         two
               turned
                          away


Sunday 5 February 2012

36th stone of pain






not the waxing moon
nor


the silence
    of
frost


an infected ear




make up
the wheel of fortune -



fills my sleep                 (missing)


luckily newts take over the fire eye


with a myriad
of parallel nightmares

Saturday 4 February 2012

latest of 35 stones - insomnia


what is
interesting
about insomnia?

halfheartedly                 &

nailed by absence


                     the news report
                       of record cold

            repeating
the shoelace sutra

i remain


to a faulty
boardgame


in an unplace




Friday 3 February 2012

sticky table / klæbrigt bord - haibun

am i being sloppy? the glass sticks to the table and i don't care. 15 drops of a homeopathic remedy which essentially is made from next to nothing and some water should balance my circadian rhythm. it doesn't. 4 times a day i hope. very unlike me to be so patient. it's a theoretical trait with me.


    insignificance paradigm could my mother knit one?





er jeg et sjuskehovede? glasset klæber til bordet og jeg er ligeglad. 15 dråber af et homøopatisk middel, som i bund og grund af lavet af ingenting og noget vand skulle balancere min døgnrytme. det gør det ikke. 4 gange om dagen håber jeg. det ligner mig ikke at være så tålmodig. et af mine teoretiske træk.


    ubetydeligheds paradigme kunne min mor ikke strikke eet?

34th stone - 2 languages

surround by frost
i
for
get

how to speak

my voice is
a stranger

&
rootless



--*--



omringet af frost
glem
mer
jeg
hvordan
man
taler


min stemme
er en
fremmed


&


uden rødder

Thursday 2 February 2012

33rd stone sibling

next to nothing

next to fall



next one in line



on a weather map
                    europe
is

blue


33rd (and a 1/3) stone














a half willed
snow shower



nothing much moves


my tongue
restlessly seeking


the missing
molar




Wednesday 1 February 2012

32nd and ½ stone - guilt loop






now that rocks
are born





among
rotting dogs


i play


the guilt tape


in loops

32nd stone - escape

dispersing myself
i instill
dreams


i
n


trees stones
turtles grass
lost keys & latitudes



then the butterfly
wakes up