Kategori: Words
A family isn’t a blueprint.
It’s a song in three-part harmony.
Grandpa, grandpa, grandma —
and all the children dancing in the refrain
Torsdag.
Nästan framme.
Fall ej på målsnöret!
I’m not lost.
I’m just a friend of Dorothy.
Vegetables:
proof that the earth
writes poetry
in chlorophyll.
It’s not just Monday!
It’s opening night
for the rest
of my life.
En söndag kommer sällan ensam,
den har alltid måndagen i släptåg.
If you are going to rise,
you might as well shine
Growing up is the quietest kind of goodbye.
Returning to your own city
is like opening a letter
you once wrote
to yourself