Am about to make love to a bush. The fear of foxes.
My colleague said: You miss her. I said: No, I’m just in a bad mood. He said: You miss her. I said: No. I am just in a bad mood. He said: You. Miss. Her. I said: No. I. Am. Just. In. A. Bad. Mood. And that was the whole story.
“It has turned out a seemingly wild, but in fact wise and splendid grief counseling … an original, unsentimental and sensitive collection of poetry” Dag og Tid
“The award-winning novelist Kjersti Annesdatter Skomsvold touches upon the core of literature in her first poetry collection … Skomsvold’s language wraps itself like an embrace around someone. At their best, these verses are like the line that draws the zero, that which frames it, and holds on to no one.” Bergens Tidende