“Very rarely can the author of a story insert himself in one, for they can neither be participants nor observers; their roles are predefined and predestined as with all works of fiction.”

Is the universe coming full circle Finding itself, reflecting itself 

Rays of sunshine, when you look again. A poem about second glances and falling in love.

As the coral reefs fall, climate change reaches its first catastrophic tipping point.

Anatoly encounters another episode of horror before coming across the shipment...

Natasha placed her freezing hands against the semi-truck’s heater and tucked into her parka. She listened to the storm that raged outside, to the rhythmic banging that came from within the container of her truck, and to the roaring engine that kept her safe from it all. A quick prayer later, and her hands were back on the wheel again.  It was supposed to be a grade-A military vehicle, the finest there was, but the blizzard pummeled it as if it were one of the plastic toy truc

The Spider and the Deer

The third part of the Anthropocena alternates between Italy and Northern Sweden in the near future

You pulled back. Took your heart and left.  You made your decision. I know that.

Aestival (adjective): belonging to or appearing in summer.

This is the story of Amna's death. Aged 11, she was killed by a drone attack in Gaza in December 2024.

A reflection piece on UFC fighter Khamzat Chimaev, immigration, and segregation in Sweden.

The ancient - aflame - consumes itself And is raised to the ground