Through the snow

  I arrived and all the land was covered in snow. Snow is easier to walk through if someone has walked it before you. You want so much but there is no time, only now, and the world is black and white. White crystals lie like death over the branches. Branches are family, weighed down...

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....

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...