Poetry are maybe my secret favourite amongst the different forms of narratives. They take a multitude of forms, are fluid, and simply powerful.

A Life Unimagined

The clubs are closed; so we dance in the streets. Our jobs nonexistent; we spend the day in our sheets. A life unimagined; striving for nothing but presence.

(No) Destination

Hundreds of people walking on the streets, day after day. Do they know where they are going? Stay still. Just for an instance. The world will not hold on to wait for you. And what of it? Are you really in such a hurry. Look up, look me in the eye. Stay still. For one… Continue reading (No) Destination


Moving town, moving country, With a suitcase by my side, that is my life. I move and my life moves with me – but does it? Caught up in what used to be my streets, When I lie in my new sheets surrounded by new noises. The sirens do not sound the same and I… Continue reading Moving


My normality is not yours. And while we, as sisters, of course, Shared a similar life at the start Our perception of it could not be more far apart. How can it be more normal for you to be with a man Than for me to be with a woman. How can it be that… Continue reading Normality


You do not belong is just wrong. Yes, you might dress differently, You might act, eat, sleep, walk or look differently. You might love, you might think, You might perceive of the world differently. But different than who? Are you different than ‘us’? And who then, is ‘we’? There is supposedly no us without them… Continue reading Belonging


Truth. In its basis such a simple notion And yet in so many cases left reduced to The definition of some privileged nations. Thus truth always also about recognition Recognition that there cannot be one simple definition. The truth is that there are many truths. While your truth may not always be mine Mine will… Continue reading Truth(s)