Thursday 7 February 2019. Night

There are certain things I know about myself: My surname means branches. My family comes from Latvia, but I was born and raised in Sweden. The family is build up of five brothers, and their families. I want to be a writer. My mother and father love me, and will always be there for me.... Continue Reading →

1 February 2019. Berthåga Church, Uppsala, Sweden

In memory of Juris Arturs Zarins, 1944 - 2019. I have a few words. Juris always wrote poems. Once he told the story of how he'd won a poetry competition when he and his his family lived in England. "How can you write such beautiful poetry in English?" the local newspaper asked. "I have an... Continue Reading →

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