Shall I tell you about grief? I shall not. For there are no words for roads that were never taken and trips that were never planned and hands that were never held and parts that were never pieced and seeds that were never planted and lies that were never truthed […]
One night on a train to Xi’an I wake up in the middle of the night and the world is passing by. The dark night is rushing outside the glass like a thing alive and I blink, bleary-eyed my head half-lifted. The compartment is filled with the sound of people […]
I recently contributed definitions for Cappelens Forslag Conversational Lexicon, which is an eclectic and beautiful hardbound leather conversational Norwegian dictionary out at the end of November. Refugee: A man, woman or child in search of a home where there is no screaming at night. Often they travel to places far […]
There’s a moment in A Lot like Love, when Amanda Peet is watching helplessly as the man she loves kisses someone else at the end of the New Year count down and as she watches in despair, Ashton Kutcher suddenly rushes in, grabs her sorry face, pulls her into his […]
I like, when a piece, begins to form and days after beating your head against a wall and finding every other thing to do and check, you finally at your seat, begin to write and finally the piece is flesh and you know how to clothe it and you know […]
On rainy days in the village, N and I would press our faces to the window and watch the mountain disappear as the clouds rolled in. The world was a quiet whispering thing then and we stayed indoors lest we be carried away.
There are things you learn as you get older, that you do not learn from books about how to be a human being. For instance you learn not to say certain things, you learn to avoid certain people, you learn that it is better to be quiet, that it is […]
I still find it difficult and most days I do not think about it, but on the days that I do, when I see something or hear something or remember something (I hide from my memory now, play a game, always evading its fingers) it is hard, harder than I […]
