Step by step, we hike and climb. Sweat blurs my vision as I look at the time.  Waves crash on the pebbled beach below. Mountain meets the sea, with the sun in tow.  Then a washing whirling sound erupts. Up rises a tentacled sea beast with tusks.  As big as the mountain, as wide as the bay. It’s body Read more

Falling in love with a few things at a time. Building, breaking, and now my rhymes  How do you define time well spent? Working to pay the bills and rent?  Our definitions can’t be the same. For me, it’s to train, for others to game.  Everything in moderation as they say. I’ve never perfected that, but maybe one day.  Read more

I thought my problems would melt with my weight. Yet the issues remain, some even propagate. Never perfect, never quite there, An endless pursuit I must bear.  Always a fault with my body’s reflection. Regardless of my mind-muscle connection.  I lift, I run, I train every day.When will my doubts go away?  Read more

Crisp Swedish water, sure I’ll take a dive. In the summertime, these countries thrive.  Laughter, chatter, joy, and song, In the summertime, nothing goes wrong.  The sunshine beams twenty hours a day. Morning to night, all to do is play. The cold dark winter, a distant memory, For now, we’re warm, for now, we’re free. Read more

I suddenly wake, my alarm’s not sung.A wrestling sleep, my body wrung. The realisation grows, thick and quick.I’m going to be late, I’m going to be sick. I hate being late, I hate the attention.All eyes are on me like I’ve got an infection. My morning is sacred, I have a routine.Today’s ritual is gone, Read more

There’s something cathartic about going home. Mom is in the garden, having a roam. Dad is on the veranda, enjoying a meal,While watching a new Instagram reel. Brother inside, playing his games, With his friends, I’ve lost their names.  In comes the dog, happy as can be, All he sees is good old me.  Read more

Sorting, searching, always looking. They don’t tell you this on the hotel booking.  All my things stuffed in a duffel,To find my socks, I must ruffle.  What I need is never on the surface –The incessant digging makes me nervous.  I long for my cupboard, I long for order. I’m losing my mind, I’m on the border.  Read more

Sweet summer solstice in all its glory, This is Sweden’s summer story.  On the longest day in the calendar year, Sweden erupts in a symphony of cheer.  Young, grown, and even the old, Reminisce the stories told.  Singing, feasting, prancing and dancing, A day only described as gloriously enchanting.  A jewel of the North that sits in June, The day Read more

A long day or a lazy morning, I hear my cozy couch’s calling. If I worry, if I stress, My couch is always there to caress.  It gives the best hugs and cheers me up. When I sink into its hold my joy erupts.  To me, it means comfort, a wholly safe space. On my couch, there’s nothing I Read more