Remembrances of Sweden

As a young and poor man, my grandfather George Sigfred Nelson left Sweden for the U.S.A.... I believe as a stowaway on a coal ship.

The girl in the mirror.

Everyone has demons they have to face down.

My sisters

Democracy? An equal say? Oh, my sisters You do make me laugh So was I always going to leave? OK, that’s alright But you lied to me You heard what was said, but you still lied Thank you

Screaming through a pen

So here I am Screaming through a pen Wearing down my little paper soul How awful it is And yet I find it so easy To write what I believe Rather than to say it

How can I write down my problems...

How can I write down my problems Without sounding like I just want attention? I don’t want attention So why am I writing this? Should you choose to read this It is not me asking for attention

Like an anchor.

Like an anchor, She sinks, But it’s not water she seeks, Instead it’s her own misery.

A letter to mom.

Dear mom, I don't know where to start. Maybe I'll just start clean cut, from the start, or what I remember anyways.
Cherry

Fugitive

Down the hill, tea time darkness. Headphones in. eyes down.

Attention Seeker

Why do you pull an eight ton bus with your hair

Bonfire Night. Israel 1978. Part One

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