BIRK ANDERSSON
father and son
second hand smoking
prom night preparation
dog beach
letting out
my stomach
gallery opening
experiencing the art
of small talk
Saturday night
a drunk man
checking his balance
happy ending
reading a horror story
backwards
forest walk
talking about
what pops up
book club
reading glasses
with vine
OLE BUNDGAARD
Lovers come and go
arrows are placed on the bow
your mother should know
NETE KRØLL
Like hot kisses
Feel words like fire
In my head’s flow
BO LILLE
whoever has placed
all those wonderful stars
above my garden
totally soundless
the moon dances with stars
mirrored in my puddle
star race in the sky
they all want to twinkle
in your eyes
thou heaven sent goddess
thine eyes can teach the stars
to twinkle
CHRISTOPHER CHARLES RUMBLE
Blue bird in the sky,
flutter your wings in a dance —
so I know you’re there
An acorn asleep,
beside a still pond in May —
dreaming of great things
PIA VALENTIN SØRENSEN
at the cemetery
the scent of forget-me-nots
overwhelming
the buds are waiting
just one more day of sunshine:
colour explosion
a morning in June
the sound of the cuckoo’s call
amidst city noise
escape to refuge
far from my reality
dissociation
outside, the world is waiting
I’m not ready yet
the struggle ahead
taking precautions against
hell-bent warmongers
realizing history
has taught us nothing