Ray Morning can be hostile so light a candle at sunrise. - F H Hakansson
Tag: writing
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
Time Passes
How time flies. For the past week I've been working on a short story and hoped to have time to write another afterwards before I go to America. Well - no. Time flies, as they say, and when I finished the short story I not only realized I hadn't written anything here in nearly a … Continue reading Time Passes
Diary: 17th August 2012
Diary: 17th August 2012 I can’t sleep tonight. The wails from my parents have gotten louder. I have tried to comfort them, tried to explain everything will be okay and that everyone can live on as before. When I say such things pale masks cover their faces and their mouths open in deafening silence. Their … Continue reading Diary: 17th August 2012
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
Project 1 finished!
When I worked on Project 1 yesterday I reached 100 000 words and thought "I am nowhere near done!" I had over 20 000 words left to rewrite and that still only accounted for half the novel. But publishing a YA novel with over 200k words is impossible for someone like me. Then, while pondering, … Continue reading Project 1 finished!
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
The God of all Mass
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
F. H. Hakansson 