Writing Dreamer

Are You There?

The Island inhabitants were peaceful. No disease ate away at their bodies and their consciences felt no pinch because they had protected their own. The outside world had been a dream, and now they were truly awake.

How Does My Garden Grow

–“Man designs for himself a garden with a hundred kinds of trees, a thousand kinds of flowers, a hundred kinds of fruit and vegetables. Suppose, then, that the gardener of this garden knew no other distinction between edible and inedible, nine-tenths of this garden would be useless to him. He …

Exploring My Swedish (In)Side

Farmers, serfs, peasants, torps, the sons and the dottirs, setting out from Korsberga, Jönköpings län, Småland, boarding boats in Gothenburg, passing through ports like New York, and then to Knox, preceded in the two previous decades by fifteen thousand cousins (starving more deeply or perhaps more Viking-like). Magnus, Eva, Christina, …