Come Wonderland I prayed for snow, but blades of gust cut my skin, and drops of rain drilled holes in my bones. I dreamed of change, of a white sheet covering the green, a world soft and cold - A world forgotten and numb. - F H Hakansson
Category: Poetry
Space Pirates
Space Pirates On an ocean of stars the ship sailed away. The flag waved HUMANITY but metal steered their course. - F H Hakansson
When writing becomes haunting
I have been back for almost two weeks and only recently began to edit Project 1 (my second novel). In so many ways this is, and probably always will be, the most important text I have written because, as most of you know, I wrote the first sentence of it almost eight years ago when … Continue reading When writing becomes haunting
Atlas
Atlas Oh, mighty titan, who carries the world on your shoulders. Will you let me share your burden and cradle a mountain in my arms? - F H Hakansson
Ray
Ray Morning can be hostile so light a candle at sunrise. - F H Hakansson
Empty
Empty Once a heart. Now a hole. In the center A black void. There is a hole here. Water Water Came pouring down. There was a hole here. Now it’s gone. - F H Hakansson
Dusk
While working on a short story - I will hopefully publish tomorrow - I found this old poem in my notes. At first I looked past it because I was certain I had published it here already but upon closer inspection it seems I forgot. Or maybe I wanted to implement a consistent meter before publishing but … Continue reading Dusk
CLOP
CLOP I see nought but blackened walls In a world forsaken by all. Free, free, fly from these stalls! I gallop and try not to fall. Thunderous hooves - send me a squall! Up, up, to heaven's halls. The farmer surveyed his land. The newly cut grass barely swayed in the breeze from the … Continue reading CLOP
Babylon’s Embrace
Babylon's Embrace The thoughts living beneath my skin - how can they shape reality if bound by flesh? To compose music I cut trees with bones To create life I feed the sterile to maggots To write a story I become all and everything. If not conceived of a jackal, how am I a prophet? These are … Continue reading Babylon’s Embrace
Pacifier
Pacifier Rain poured from heaven. Thunder ruptured the sky. Men fled in anguish or drowned in sea. "Have you played enough, m'lord?" "One more apocalypse and I'll be done." - F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 