Alex Goldstein

Step by step, we hike and climb. Sweat blurs my vision as I look at the time.  Waves crash on the…

Falling in love with a few things at a time. Building, breaking, and now my rhymes  How do you define time…

I thought my problems would melt with my weight. Yet the issues remain, some even propagate. Never perfect, never quite there, An…

Crisp Swedish water, sure I’ll take a dive. In the summertime, these countries thrive.  Laughter, chatter, joy, and song, In the summertime,…

I suddenly wake, my alarm’s not sung.A wrestling sleep, my body wrung. The realisation grows, thick and quick.I’m going to…

There’s something cathartic about going home. Mom is in the garden, having a roam. Dad is on the veranda, enjoying a…

Sorting, searching, always looking. They don’t tell you this on the hotel booking.  All my things stuffed in a duffel,To find…

Sweet summer solstice in all its glory, This is Sweden’s summer story.  On the longest day in the calendar year, Sweden erupts…

A long day or a lazy morning, I hear my cozy couch’s calling. If I worry, if I stress, My couch is…

A network of tunnels connects the town. To access its vessels, you must go down.  Named different things, wherever you go, The…