Some paint. Some take photos. Some play an instrument. Some do none of these.

I write. Sometimes well, other times poorly – but the point is, I write. My ideas come to me in the middle of the night, in the morning bus, as I’m walking to work, when I’m having lunch, as I take a shower, as I do everyday things and not-so-everyday things. Then I write them down.

While no poem is ever finished, every poem is sometimes published. And every poem and text here is me: either a piece of a life I’ve led, an experience my tomorrow self will stand upon, just a thought or musing, something I’ve borne witness to, and so on… but all somehow me.

My penmanship appears in varying degrees but most likely what you read here was born in or inspired by one of the following places: 62°14.5′N 025°44.5′E,  51°3′N 3°44′E or 60°10’N and 24°56’E.