Published inVagabond VoicesBirds of the waterMy feet in the cold sand, I watch the ocean waves, listening to their ancient tales of long forgotten times. In the tree tops of the…Jun 29, 2020Jun 29, 2020
Published inVagabond VoicesInvisibleI looked in the mirror, carefully examining myself.May 20, 2020A response icon1May 20, 2020A response icon1
Published inVagabond VoicesThe abandoned houseA story inspired by the wonderful (yet mysterious) Icelandic Westfjords where I got to spend a couple of weeks in summer 2013.May 1, 2020A response icon1May 1, 2020A response icon1
Published inVagabond VoicesÍ fjarahús — in the sheep shedYou catch your first glimpse of this world on a sunny afternoon only minutes after the last person left. Your mum screams in agony, paces…Apr 17, 2020A response icon2Apr 17, 2020A response icon2
Published inVagabond VoicesIn the rain“Well, then do it! I just don’t understand it!”, her father shouted after her. In socks, Anita ran down the beige carpeted stairs from the…Apr 3, 2020A response icon2Apr 3, 2020A response icon2
