Remember the feminine pronoun ‘she’

like riding unshod horses over slippery ice

She also noticed the new sheets weren’t very soft

They chanted and went into trances in which they

cut down the “Glorious Meting Wood”

also known as the world tree

She sees it, but she just doesn’t see it, you know?

I typed very slowly, my nervous hands fumbling over the slippery touch screen

She is the right person to look for

Let´s go to the pool

The service elevator was unsafe

wet from pool guests going back and forth

concrete and slippery

Well, you know, we’re talking about a world where guys go down into the mines, chewing coca

To blame oneself for a fit of coughing

to go in a specified way

to go all wrong

to break into shivers

She stroked the hair back from her eyes

The snaps were

so that I remembered how everything went

so I could put it back together again

Also, a being who travels in the shape of an animal

I also go the cinema quite often

Then I realized we can go on and on with the symbolic language in myths

During a recent “Gravity Surfing” workshop, I was startled to see a man

He skied in the snowy woods, holding his bow in one hand, wearing northern winter clothes

Pretty soon we were travelling over fences and through woods

Our gardens are dark with minimal plantings

Doubt must be mentioned here

A bonfire, wood, oil lamp, candles will purify space and destroy many kings

The king offered to get someone to fight in single combat on his behalf

He had a wood-axe, a sharp one on a long shaft, in his hand, but he was lightly clothed

DOG FLU, ICE BATH go off like a bomb

Sticky eels

Acting covers him

leaving himself in the pocket to reach into your wallet

a wallet I think up constantly

She was transformed into a scholarly journal

How they engage in their grim journeys

You reach into the hole and find an intricately carved dagger

In the woods to the north

you can see what looks like an old stone well

The cave wall feels moist

Years of struggle and poverty have taken their toll

Go in. To the kitchen table. Alone.

Looking like she’d visited hell and was still slippery with wet leaves

now mulching in the warm sun

“You better find something to eat before night comes!”

“We need to know your birthdate in order to send you age appropriate updates!”

So slippery and fine

“She is regal in her horribleness”

I’m puzz-e-ling

Your dress is red and oh so slippery

in thick woods for your sake I’d gulp drops of lead

She’s quiet because she doesn’t want to bother with the fake moaning

Azure daughter

share, but accidentally, irrefutably termed

Every chunk of wood floats nonchalantly through

A woman gathered the atoms

She drank and ate and inhaled

and the woman assembled the prayer in her body

There will be more ambushes if you fail to get ahold of Bjorn

Sled runner, hurt, interior life’s breath, ladled, prodded, oared

Then we watch cartoons

He goes out to buy a carrot and some petroleum jelly

Don’t worry, we’ll find new beaches

She told me that she used to get 100 krónur pieces for mandarins

She refers to a specific kind of bowl that is made of wood and has a lid

because it was slippery

Ghosts in their shells, thrushes

restored varnished exteriors

a sword tempered with poison, not continuous, scattered

Go in loose