Kirsten Kvaale : Writing

The new life

The new life

A Poem by Kirsten Kvaale


I can't hold myself together with only two cold hands Each night I lose signatures of myself The ink simply spills through my finger..
The light blue door

The light blue door

A Story by Kirsten Kvaale


He took far more than just his keys the night he walked out the light blue door. He took the only few parts of herself ..
When everything was beautiful

When everything was beautiful

A Story by Kirsten Kvaale


When we were children everything was beautiful because everything was new to us. We would be amazed at the simplest delights in our larger than life w..
To wake up

To wake up

A Poem by Kirsten Kvaale


I fell in love with you in a dream Only to find you loving someone else It wasn't a very good dream A nightmare of sorts But I am still in this d..
Weightless

Weightless

A Story by Kirsten Kvaale


"Joanna had slipped away." Was what the doctors said. They believed that bringing her back to consciousness would be like trying to remember som..
Two of a kind

Two of a kind

A Poem by Kirsten Kvaale


We were far too similar to ever last It was a constant war Of who could be more themselves Than the other could And that was quite tricky Beca..