Tuesday 28 November 2017

2017-61


perhaps
November

                          I often step out on the landing
                          before going to bed to say
                          goodnight to the stars even if the
                          clouds and the rain do their best
                          to hide them.

is when
when we
live

                          In that case I say goodnight to them
                          and ask them to pass it on further
                          upwards.

in
a giant’s
pocket?

                          But enough about me. I stuck two feathers
                          into an apple. Now, let’s see if it can fly.



...



måske
er november

                          Jeg går ofte ud på afsatsen, før jeg går i seng,
                          for at sige godnat til stjernerne selv om regnen
                          og skyerne gør deres bedste for at skjule dem.

den tid
vi bor

                          I sådanne tilfælde siger jeg godnat til dem
                          og beder dem viderebringe min hilsen.

i
en jættes
lomme?

                          Men nok om mig. Jeg stak to fjer i et æble.
                          Skal vi så se, om det kan flyve?

Friday 17 November 2017

(without number / uden nummer) 17.10 2017


moi
he
says

                    a
                    view to the sun

not
as
in
”me”

                    we
                    in the cloud cave

but
as
he
doesn’t
know

                    feel threatened:

the tiny
god
of
pre
snow

                    no
                    excuse not
                    to go out







moi
siger
han

                    et
                    kig til solen

ikke
som
i
”mig”

                    vi
                    i skygrotten

men
som
i
han
ikke
ved

                     føler os
                     truede:

den
lille
før
snes
gud

                    ingen undskyldning
                    for ikke at gå ud

Tuesday 14 November 2017

2017-60

fogs
unto
ourselves
and each
other

                    in a dark
                    November

7.6
billion

                    the light

centres
the
uni
verse

                    of the
                     MilesTrane







tåger
for
os selv
og hin
anden

                     i en mørk
                     november

7,6
milliarder

                     lyset

centre
af uni
verset

                     fra
                       MilesTrane







inspired by a haiku by Michael Rehling