Kategoriarkiv: body image

Ashes, (Poetry crumbs 2)

I What does a heart sing about when the fire of love dreams has burned down and died? Does it sing at all? Are the days like ash just gray with no goal and direction? The ashes still warm lacks … Fortsätt läsa

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Chemo Curls (Breast cancer as personal experience III)

                Undergo a chemotherapy treatment for breast cancer gives you a number of bad side effects causing life-limiting sufferings making you physical ill for an unbearable long time. Losing the hair on the … Fortsätt läsa

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Entrance 34 Oncology Clinic (I’ve seen love)

                I’ve seen love I’ve seen love in real life in the lobby of the Oncology Clinic at the University Hospital nearby where I live, a man in his early 80s sitting by … Fortsätt läsa

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Lost libido, lost lovers

One, I met one time but I never got to know him. One I got to know but I never met him, not even one time. (Oh, in my youth age, there were some in real: and I regret there … Fortsätt läsa

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How does a horse want it?

This post is alternately in Swedish and English, but I hope the reading will work for you! Jag tänker fortfarande ibland på hästen Otto – vad hände med honom? Har han äntligen kommit till ro och fått ett hem och … Fortsätt läsa

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A soldier of love

  I have a lover man in my stable: what to do with a domestic who does not want to be free? I have nothing at all to offer him as my heart and body are drier than all the … Fortsätt läsa

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August is coming

  The summer is almost gone, August comes this weekend. It’s the last summer month in the Scandinavian landscape. It will get dark earlier now and deeper with pitch black and chilly nights while the days still will be nicely … Fortsätt läsa

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I may have cancer but at least I’m not a horse called Otto

texten omstruktured 24 juli 2020   I may have cancer but I am not born and not living in Yemen. I may have cancer and I certainly have arthritis but I’m not a horse called Otto, sold and returned, over … Fortsätt läsa

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Aging female body (part I and II)

He made me hate my aging body, as mercilessly mirrored when I dress in the hall looking at these undeniably saggy boobs and right before, in the bathroom caring for what’s secretly hidden ”down there” my flaccid pussy prickly dry … Fortsätt läsa

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Elderly balance (single-leg stance)

When 18 people read my texts I exist. Otherwise it is not much with that, unless I not wake up in the night with cramps in one lower leg, then I surely know I’m alive. I hear on the TV … Fortsätt läsa

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Morning tea, waking up slowly

When I wake up in the morning, my eyes are tiny reddish in my spongy puffy face, my nose is even bigger and I cough and sneeze and farts. When I hurry to the toilet not to pee in my … Fortsätt läsa

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The pains where my soul is seated

        If my soul has a place in my mortal body, then it hides behind the lower tip of the right shoulder blade. You were always on my back and pushed me with your intensity and tough … Fortsätt läsa

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A love story

                I know it is crazy you and I can be one and we. Yet every inch of my skin talks and tells about you exception for my feral and numb feet. The … Fortsätt läsa

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Philosophizes about my (lack of a) love life

I plugged in the wrong end of a cord into my laptop and the electrical system collapsed instantly. Now I sit here without computer and energy, without passion and power and without contact with anyone and I wonder if you … Fortsätt läsa

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Winter gloom

        December darkness – I feel old and cold, tired and worn out. Who am I to be desired, I ask myself and you too and you really don’t want to hear that bad tune from me. … Fortsätt läsa

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It causes me pain in my fingers to spread butter on the bread

It causes me pain in my fingers to spread butter on the bread. I have luckily bought ready-sliced cheese home, but when I stretch out my arm for a slice of cheese it hurts in my back. The relapse this … Fortsätt läsa

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We travel on the same bus in different worlds

I had such dreams latest night! Just before I woke up I dreamt I was on a bus full with other people and I was in company with a person I’m not comfortable to be with. But I meet with  … Fortsätt läsa

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A woman must always wear shoes she can run in

As I was reading web papers today I came to listen to a slam poet reading. I’m not that fond of slam poetry. As of course – I could certainly not do it myself, as I’m not that skilled! Yet, … Fortsätt läsa

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Love you as you are

I’ve gained 6 kilos and you’ve lost 2 kilo. I’m too fat and you are too skinny. I’m too old and you’re too young. I intends to improve your thinking, I said. It’s nothing wrong with that if you in … Fortsätt läsa

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