Elegant, rampant, sensual poetry possessing a clarity that takes you by surprise.
From Ordinary Miracles:
PEACH, PLUM, PEAR
I do not feel love,
does not overwhelm the world with beauty,
and if I’m not at home,
I will leave the key under the mat
and put the soap in its rightful place.
I do not wish to belong,
do not ask for much:
1. Clean underwear
2. Boiled water
3. Nice shoes
Tonight I dreamt of the sun,
the sudden warmth surprised us,
our cunts were shining,
and your silky dress;
it was a holy place.
“…It confirms her reputation as a writer with a unique sense of form and considerable sensuality. (…) An excellent collection: Mona Høvring alternates freely between the concrete and sensual, and the absurd and surrealistic” Haugesunds Avis