55th stone - spring mist

here

i could                  have rested

                                    flakes of

                                    heart rust

            spring mist

                 where the underworld

                 passed

54th buried stone

temps past

10C

              burying

                         the dog of winter

did i mention

i never saw

                               (black)

            a smiling christ

the last day before tomorrow

53rd stone in mud - bilingual

so
clearly
spring

mud
every
where

                 & I get lost in hippocampus

---

så
klart
forår

mudder
over
alt

                  & jeg bliver væk i hippocampus

52nd - coming

home

again

                             a brand new child

the sky

of coming

spring

                                   looked at me

is mine -

                       a plane going East zips open the blue

             from across centuries

51st stone - downer

again

missing light

                                 just here

takes up

too much

                       where a bird should

                                   have sung

space -

                                 a burst of ashes

late winter downer

50th stone - green bird

it could have been
                  spring

      a bird i imaginge as green

sounds like
a bicycle pump

49th stone prelude

just as

      the raindrops prelude

      is no longer a prelude

the trees retreat into

         the dusk

48th room

 here at last

                                  something is

                                 unfreezing

         the flock of photons

                     slower than I die

            that shapes

your face

there's a room inside the held breath

47th stone - parallels

there
just there                               in moonlit sorrow

her skin                                got older


                     all around me
stairs that go down

                   i see her
                   in all her ages

                         at once


i am a nail
missing

46th scream

 don' t tell me

               what u

                       c

tell me why

           you scream

          like i do

45th - miserere

retracting
what once fel

                                                                                inside my glass bowl

as snow

                      5 or 7 imaginary cicadas

the clouds stretches
from here to the clouds

                                                              sing Gorecki's
                                                                     Misere
                                                                        off key

44th stone - light

             what                 is it
             with
                   this
                  light?

pain is
       a needle's
eye



                     as the snow melts

43rd blur

between here
              and
              the clouds


a blur

         and a few ravens -

         nothing i can't name

42nd inertia

nothing happens

                  my ear canal

                          houses

10

    imaginary unicorns

*

cl

ap

pi

ng

       1 hand      &

            op

            en

            en

            ve

            lo

            pe

I retrace

my place

     on the leaf

41st - butterfly

in passing
          she
     tells a butterfly

    her favourite color
          is

  blue  

40th stone - her flower

as it is
            with flesh ...

somehow the frost
knows

i revisit the moist
of her flower

how to forge
       the smell of her skin
                      on a summer morning

and reenter

from my dust

39 going on 40 - stones, that is

the screaming moon
tucked away

for a bit

i chase pearls

from every corner

the single bed
is mine
again

of the petri dish

stone no 38

infected
ear
canal the                        frost

             an orchid
                   drops

                                        with the sound
                                                     of a singing
                                        eardrum


                                                      a clinging companion
                                                          staring into this
                                                              mud me

37th simple stone

deep frost

in between stars

room for

a

face

or

         two

               turned

                          away

36th stone of pain

not the waxing moon
nor

the silence
    of
frost

an infected ear

make up
the wheel of fortune -

fills my sleep                 (missing)

luckily newts take over the fire eye

with a myriad
of parallel nightmares

latest of 35 stones - insomnia

what is
interesting

about insomnia?

halfheartedly                 &

nailed by absence

                     the news report

                       of record cold

            repeating

the shoelace sutra

i remain

to a faulty

boardgame

in an unplace

sticky table / klæbrigt bord - haibun

am i being sloppy? the glass sticks to the table and i don't care. 15 drops of a homeopathic remedy which essentially is made from next to nothing and some water should balance my circadian rhythm. it doesn't. 4 times a day i hope. very unlike me to be so patient. it's a theoretical trait with me.


    insignificance paradigm could my mother knit one?

---

er jeg et sjuskehovede? glasset klæber til bordet og jeg er ligeglad. 15 dråber af et homøopatisk middel, som i bund og grund af lavet af ingenting og noget vand skulle balancere min døgnrytme. det gør det ikke. 4 gange om dagen håber jeg. det ligner mig ikke at være så tålmodig. et af mine teoretiske træk.


    ubetydeligheds paradigme kunne min mor ikke strikke eet?

34th stone - 2 languages

surround by frost
i
for
get

how to speak

my voice is
a stranger

&

rootless

--*--

omringet af frost
glem
mer
jeg

hvordan
man
taler

min stemme
er en
fremmed


&

uden rødder

33rd stone sibling

next to nothing

next to fall

next one in line

on a weather map
                    europe

is

blue

33rd (and a 1/3) stone

a half willed

snow shower

nothing much moves

my tongue

restlessly seeking

the missing
molar

32nd and ½ stone - guilt loop

now that rocks
are born

among
rotting dogs

i play

the guilt tape

in loops

32nd stone - escape

dispersing myself
i instill

dreams

i
n

trees stones
turtles grass
lost keys & latitudes

then the butterfly
wakes up