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CASTLE MADE OF AIR LUFTSLOTT
18 x 24 cm Watercolor and marker on watercolor paper. 2025 |
February 23, 2026
Art: Castle Made of Air
February 18, 2026
February 14, 2026
Art: The Believer
THE BELIEVER
DEN TROENDE
21 x 30 cm Watercolor, pencil, colored pencil and marker on watercolor paper. 2026 |
Poem: For My Husband / Til mannen min
For my husband
When I searched online for love
on that lonely summer night
I did hope but not expect
that I would find «mr. Right»
You held me as we slept
and I fell in love with you
I woke you with a whisper
and the word itself was new
We’d been together for a year
when my mind got lost at sea
you were the lighthouse keeper
sending beams of light to me
Then when I was ill again
you proposed and did not leave
you have always been my husband
that’s what I believe
You held on to me and us
through my sickest and my worst
of course you are my last
but you also were my first
Til mannen min
Liksom som en skygge
eller en fotnote på siden
har du alltid vært der
vi ventet kun på tiden
riktig år - riktig dag
og riktig slag på klokken
dagen da vi møttes tror jeg
skjebnen selv var kokken
som blandet sammen alle
ingredienser for å få
tilberedt det livet
vi har med hverandre nå
du holdt fast i meg – og oss
på mitt aller sykeste
selv om du er sterk – og hard
er du for meg den mykeste
jeg er din – og du er min
i alle dagene som kommer
på kalde netter – vinterdager
er vi hverandres sommer
enkle ting og enkle ord
kan ofte være størst;
jeg har har vært i forhold før
men du var alltid først
February 11, 2026
February 9, 2026
Poem: Reality Kicks
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| Photo taken by Terese Blåklokke with Agfa Clack on 120 mm film. |
Reality Kicks
Learning the truth
can tear you apart
wrench your guts
and change
your heart
the solution is simple
but hard to complete
you must
let it rip
and reap the wheat
you must welcome
the actual
braincrunching fact
that the «experts»
you trust
are all part
of an act
they’re playing
their parts
as government tools
not knowing they too
are brainwashed
fools
«this poet is joking
she’s surely sarcastic»
you laugh
as your brain
turns more
into plastic
February 6, 2026
Poem: Same uten språk
About this poem:
This poem is about the language that was
stolen from me and many others with sámi
heritage in Norway before we were born.
It is written in Norwegian but I hope to some
day translate it to both sámi (davvisámegiella)
and english.
February 6th is the national day for the
indigenous sámi people in Norway, Finland,
Sweden and Russia.
Wish me "lihkku beivviin".
The official sámi flag without colors.
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| The official sámi flag, source: https://snl.no/samisk_flagg |
SAME UTEN SPRÅK
Alit leter etter samisk
det forsvant før han ble født
Alit har et samisk flagg
men det er bare rødt
Alit snakker samisk
men han kan ingen ord
Alit er fra Sápmi
men det er ikke der han bor
Alit leter etter språket
som han ikke kan
Alit leter mellom fjell
han leter under vann
Alit leter i sitt hjerte
og finner store sår
skapt av staten Norge
gjennom mange år
*
Han opplevde det ikke
men det føles som i går
at urett ble begått
mot et folk som fortsatt står
opp til livs i konsekvenser
av et språk som brant
du tror så ille var det ikke
og det kan ikke være sant
men om du spør en same
kanskje en du kjenner
så vil nok mange svare
at språket fortstatt brenner.
February 3, 2026
Poem: Towards the Light
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| Photo taken by Terese Blåklokke with Olympus OM10 on 35mm film. |
Towards the Light
On my head a flower blooms
its roots are in my mind
we all have roots like that inside
even the cruel and unkind
what is the reason
of thoughtlessness
hate
is it not merely
straying from fate
we are many broken weeds
but we all bear seeds of flowers
remember you are worthy
even without powers
you do magic
just by living
trust in God
he is forgiving
write your story
start anew
something’s blooming
- it is you!
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| Photo taken by Terese Blåklokke with Olympus OM10 on 35mm film. |
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