Klara Desideria Winchester

Uppsala, Sweden

Cohen wrote:

“I walk through the old yellow sunlight
to get to my kitchen table
the poem about me
lying there with the books
in which I am listed
among the dead and future Dylans”

my vanity applies it to me. sometimes, so does my truth.
I write not as I please, or because I wish. I write because I started at the age of four and could not stop.

to describe myself: I am a poet, a pagan, a surrealist and a romantic tragedy.

yes, I know love in all forms. and over my heart I tattoed Dylan Thomas's signature fifteen years ago- though, at the time I did, I was not aware of the actual placing.

I don't believe in coincidences. well, I believe they occure- rarely.

I live in the tiny land north of almost everything, but in the year of 2014 I finally came home, as I sat foot in the wild land of Wales with it's mirrored image of me; the unpredictable weather, the wondrous landscape with large empty spaces, the livingf folklore- not only memories of magic, but the living magic- the poetry and- most surprisingly- a family.

please consider that English is not my native langage, though (have mercy on my futile attempts).

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