The God of all Mass A Comic Free Verse Poem Stacy and Brenda Were two friends in school And then came collage And the two were no more. For when one combines genes With delicious ice – cream and sweets It seems Stacy grew beyond her fragile contour. Brenda was now a leader of cheer … Continue reading The God of all Mass
Author: fhhakansson
Follow the up-and-coming science fiction author from Sweden as he shares his creative visions, his every day life, and journey to authorship.
Today I cleaned. Tomorrow I’ll write.
I was going to write a poem today. I was also going to read through some other blogs and leave a few comments. Instead I spent the whole day cleaning my apartment and now I just can't come up with anything to write. Tomorrow, however, I'll do all of the above! So for those of … Continue reading Today I cleaned. Tomorrow I’ll write.
Domesticated Fools
Domesticated Fools The vision comes to life now more vivid than ever. I tame the demons with pen and paper but I spill the ink and the quill breaks. I gather the writings before they consume me and toss them around great men with money. They sneer and turn Ah, the ignorant bastards! For the … Continue reading Domesticated Fools
Midsummer Amnesia
I just came back from celebrating Midsummer's Eve. In Sweden it's a major holiday (in case you didn't know). It was fun, I have to say, but I did miss not being able to work. I am still waiting for the majority of the agents to respond. Even though I have been rejected five times … Continue reading Midsummer Amnesia
Everything Solemn
Everything Solemn Black wings scar his back. They spread - he tries to fly. Leaving the ground chains of darkness cuff his ankles. There he remains. My pet. A naked man with swelling muscles and golden skin. - F H Hakansson
Vivid, Livid, Breathing Ground
_ moved closer to the ground. A wounded bird had fallen on a pile of dirt. Black legs rose from below and tore at its feathers. Rotten nails clipped the wings off the creature. The fowl squealed one last time before falling into darkness. The dark limbs followed the bird's descent. I placed my ear against the soil and heard … Continue reading Vivid, Livid, Breathing Ground
Inspiration: A Poem for Byzantium
Inspiration is a wondrous thing. It can be a picture, a sentence, a thought - and all of a sudden you sit by your computer again, working hard to finish your manuscript after hours of writer's block. This happened a week ago. I was revising Project 1 when I just couldn't rewrite anything any more. I opened … Continue reading Inspiration: A Poem for Byzantium
Project 2 Update
I spent the last three days going through a manuscript I received with corrections and suggestions on how to improve the novel. It also seems my tutor is too busy with his own novel right now that he might not be able to provide me with feedback (oh well). So I might actually start sending … Continue reading Project 2 Update
Novel Writing: Plot vs Character? [Essay]
My BA dissertation consisted of two parts. The first part was the first chapter of Project 2, which by now is a full-fledged novel, and an essay regarding the tendency for Post-Apocalyptic literature to prefer plot over character. I found this topic very interesting, and difficult, simply because I had to find a way to measure whether … Continue reading Novel Writing: Plot vs Character? [Essay]
So.. I heard you guys like Diablo III [& Poem: Lord of Darkness]
After seeing the mind boggling increase in traffic after my Diablo III post I should probably skip poetry and prose and just report about my video games habit? (just kidding). Now, what about Diablo poetry? Ah, yes! Of course! Why didn't I think of that before. The poet raises a beige ceramic cup to his lips and slurps … Continue reading So.. I heard you guys like Diablo III [& Poem: Lord of Darkness]
F. H. Hakansson 