Tales from the Eastland
Norwegian Light
On icy roads it is to be imagined the car would slide a bit but it soon became apparent that the unsteadiness in the weather was more than matched by the unsteadiness in Olav’s steering. In the forty minutes it took to cross the city we nearly had a few accidents and when Olav changed lanes other cars honked at us, the ones we were... More...
The Nitelv and the Oak
Did you hear what the oak tree said to the river? I’d be lying if I said I heard it but neither would it do not to mention the river and the tree as they are a part of it too, do you see? The threads of life are many and there’s one, not one but a big knot of events in... More...
Zero Point
...slices of brown bread with paté and gherkins, herring in tomato sauce, Gunborg’s homemade apple jam, cold meats and cheeses: there was Jarlsberg with the holes, ‘key’ cheese with the little crunchy brown pieces in it, goat’s cheese and the soft caramel tasting... More...
Tales from Trøndelag
In the Northern Room
From each of three red candles on a table, rises a sinewy line of smoke. Each smoke-line curves ever so slightly, in perfect unison with the other two, bending, turning slowly in a meditative dance choreographed by the opening of a cupboard door, a... More...
Tales from North Norway
Ice and Warm
The sea was ink, black enough not to need night, which befit because there was none. The boat had seemed altogether larger when things had been calm; but now it listed painfully, one side then the other; charting the seismic turmoil of the sea and... More...
Norway and Bangladesh
No Please, No Thank You
On the Norwegian street, passers by stare, while in Sydney it’s usual if you catch a stranger’s eye to look away or smile. The difference was significant enough that when I first went to Oslo at age eighteen the street staring used to have me scanning my clothes to see if... More...
The Arguments for Winter
I learnt the meaning of your temperatures: up to minus ten was okay, towards fifteen meant icicles on the chin and loss of feeling in the cheeks and nose; beyond that the pain in one’s frozen... More...
Norway, India, St. Lucia and Argentina
Rodent Tourism
She had a dainty nose, small and pointed; her eyes were chocolate brown and shaped as watermelon seeds. Through the brown silk of her hair could be seen the pink flesh of her small, rounded ears. Her body was a little plump, overweight; but she was loved. As she... More...
On icy roads it is to be imagined the car would slide a bit but it soon became apparent that the unsteadiness in the weather was more than matched by the unsteadiness in Olav’s steering. In the forty minutes it took to cross the city we nearly had a few accidents and when Olav changed lanes other cars honked at us, the ones we were... More...
Did you hear what the oak tree said to the river? I’d be lying if I said I heard it but neither would it do not to mention the river and the tree as they are a part of it too, do you see? The threads of life are many and there’s one, not one but a big knot of events in... More...
...slices of brown bread with paté and gherkins, herring in tomato sauce, Gunborg’s homemade apple jam, cold meats and cheeses: there was Jarlsberg with the holes, ‘key’ cheese with the little crunchy brown pieces in it, goat’s cheese and the soft caramel tasting... More...
Tales from Trøndelag
From each of three red candles on a table, rises a sinewy line of smoke. Each smoke-line curves ever so slightly, in perfect unison with the other two, bending, turning slowly in a meditative dance choreographed by the opening of a cupboard door, a... More...
Tales from North Norway
The sea was ink, black enough not to need night, which befit because there was none. The boat had seemed altogether larger when things had been calm; but now it listed painfully, one side then the other; charting the seismic turmoil of the sea and... More...
Norway and Bangladesh
On the Norwegian street, passers by stare, while in Sydney it’s usual if you catch a stranger’s eye to look away or smile. The difference was significant enough that when I first went to Oslo at age eighteen the street staring used to have me scanning my clothes to see if... More...
I learnt the meaning of your temperatures: up to minus ten was okay, towards fifteen meant icicles on the chin and loss of feeling in the cheeks and nose; beyond that the pain in one’s frozen... More...
Norway, India, St. Lucia and Argentina
She had a dainty nose, small and pointed; her eyes were chocolate brown and shaped as watermelon seeds. Through the brown silk of her hair could be seen the pink flesh of her small, rounded ears. Her body was a little plump, overweight; but she was loved. As she... More...
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