Category: My own fictional work

Dear readers,

Below you will find two poems I’ve recently written. The first came about the #metoo campaigns that has shocked both the USA and Europe. The other regarding people and reading.

Best regards/ Maaretta

Here is a Thought

On a tram at 22 PM a man
comes up and in a shove-like manner
taps on my shoulder
slurs words, I shake my head not understanding
the same man says, waving side to side
front back
“Do you wanna fuck”
shaking my head, I get up from my seat and rush
as near to the conductor’s booth as possible
standing for the rest of the journey there

People now most likely are thinking:
“Well he’s drunk, not to take so
Yes he is drunk
should have sipped water, then

The Simplest Version

Pile up the books from sale
the mobile will immortalize it
uploaded to facebook
after a few seconds someone
informs, disguised as a question
´darling, who reads anymore´?


Me and my father worked together on a comic way back in 2012, that was published by a Norwegian Gallery. It appeared in the collection “Odds: the text collection” which featured small bits of art and essays, along with the seven page comic from your truly. Below is a link to the comic, now available for free on the net:

ArtMom seeks out her Champanions_0001

Taka Care!/ Maaretta

Hi everyone. Yesterday I published through Creative Commons a petite, small book that combines art with short fables. The book is free and as long as you give credit where it is due, it is ok to share it. If you like slice-of-life stories that discuss gender, atheism, growing up and the chaos of existence, you´ll enjoy my book 🙂

Download either here:

or here:


Take care! Maaretta

Since everyone’s either writing essays, articles or talking about the Wikileaks, I have, with Hapstance Depart, written a Haiku about Wikileaks:

Bring into being
texts that tell many lost tales
absent withheld truth

For more of Haikus combined with Wikileaks, see here.

Published poet now!

Today a work of fiction of mine will be published in a magazine called”Hjärnstorm”. My Poem, “As a Child”, will be published in the Magazines newest number.

“Hjärnstorm” is an art and literature magazine which consists of a mixture from essays to poems, short stories to reports. Each number usually has a specific theme; some to just mention have been suicide, Finland, loneliness and pessimism. Some themes are quite dark, while others are more like tributes to a certain cultural person or subject. The Magazine changes writers often and tries to produce informative yet easy to read text. “Hjärnstorm” delivers intellectual and insightful works while trying to reach out to everybody, including those who are not used to high intellectual texts. Check out their Website here.

To read another post about “Hjärnstorm”, visit Hap.Stance Dep.Art’s site.

My poem has been translated into Swedish, under the title “Som Barn”. To read the original work, click on the title of my poem up there. Thank you!
Take Care/ Maaretta

Note: This was a story I wrote for a project my Mother’s involved in. But it wasn’t quite what she had needed, so I’m going to write another version of this story. But since I think this version is kinda cute, since it’s based on a childhood memory, I’ll publish it here.

In China town, New York, lobsters were cheap. For this reason, my mother, who came from Finland where lobsters weren’t cheap, liked to buy a whole bunch of them and throw lobster parties for her visiting Scandinavian friends. We bought them from a little Chinese shop a couple of blocks away from our home. My father was usually the one who went out to buy the lobsters. He would let me come with him since I was so eager to see the lobsters in their water tanks. Since I was under the age of five, my father had to hold my hand while walking towards the shop – I would be pulling him along the whole way. It was always up to him to be able to hold on to my hand and to keep up with my speed. In the shop he would let me run from tank to tank. He even would let me choose which ones I would like to take home. I was always thrilled with this part, believing they would be my new pets. However, when we got home I would realize to my horror that my parents were planing to cook and eat every single lobster. I would protest, demanding that they should be spared. My parents would ignore me, lighting the stove. While my father dropped lobster after lobster into the boiling water, I ran into my room, crawled under my bed and put my fingers into my ears. At times mother came to check on me. She would ask me what the matter was. I would always answer in a melancholic tone:

”I can hear them screaming”


Hej har kommit hem

Säkert så sov gott min svart

Klädda söt ängel


Ditt namn sägs och skrivs

alltid rätt när mitt glöms bort.

Det är ju artigt!

Inte att jag vill

såra dig buss men cyckeln

kan man lite på


Hon godtar bara

massager som gåvor så

från mig får hon noll

Gosse djuren

Sover med katten

du gav i hopp av att

du blir snart mer frisk

Mitt finska accent

Dom gillar inte

mitt finska accent så jag

svär tyst till mig själv


Jag vill hjälpa att

Plocka bär men jag ser inte

Genom tårarna

Din kille

Vi skulle vara

vänner men din kille vill

jämnt skrämma oss



”Everything is good

and will continue to be

so” The teacher lied.



This is not silly

just evil regardless of what

our dear teacher says!

The Reaffirmation

 He insisted that

he was human even if

nobody else was


Att spy

Igår spydde jag

i kyrkan när jag hade

smakat på vinet.


Fast vi ses jämnt i

Skolan så får jag inte

Fast dig i min dröm



 “Tänk hur mycket vi

Människor gör reklam för

Djävulen” sa far


The Contract

Please sign this contract!

It’s for keeping our culture

faraway from ours!


Dina ögon är

röda som rosor och ditt

Hjärna har feber.

As a Child

As a child

I played with stuffed animals

Mother tried to give me dolls

But I knew

That unlike the animals that silently must stay in your presence

The dolls will grow into adults one day

And not like you anymore

As a child

I had trouble moving very fast

I couldn’t be one with the other girls

So I was one with slugs and the leisurely insects.

As a child

I had a best friend who wanted to design her own house

It had three kitchens

I drew dragons

I wished to marry one

As a child

My best friend gave me a “best friend’s forever card”

I Wonder where she was able to buy such a card?

She started at my school

I asked her to play with me

She said my games didn’t go anywhere

She fell in love with boys.

She asked what kind I would like.

A smart one I said. One that engulfs himself incessantly

In tiny text.

And what else? She asked

As an early teen I went to her right of passage party.

I wanted to congratulate her but she couldn’t seem to see me.

Her brother spoke to me.

As an early teen I couldn’t go to her parties.

I longed to go but

She told me in inattentive tones that

She knew I would be bored.

As an early teen boys picked on me for wearing make up.

They thought my skirt was too short and my top too tight.

They wanted me to not wear so much black.

I wanted them to smile at me and say I’m cute.

Like they did to the other girls with make-up.


I only want one child.

Mother says five.

I only want one child.

Mother says three.

I only want one child.

Mother says twelve.

Doesn’t mother wonder, like I do,

What rights do we have to produce

Too many children into this already filled world?

As an early teen I realized

That my friend and me had grown apart

Strange thing to grow apart from someone who

Is almost like a sister to you

I thought

As if we had ever really been close.

My friend got other friends

And a boyfriend.

A smart one.

With eyeglasses.

And I

I got a goldfish to watch over.

I noticed that its eyes resembled those

Of my friends boyfriends.

As a child my friend had played with dolls.

She probably would have many children.

I would have one.

To my mother

Same as none.

As a child

We grew up as sisters.

As early teens we split

She tormented me with her happiness

Which never lived in my home.

I tried again

To have a special friend

I had another almost sister

But she had problems seeing me too.

My goldfish swims happily

In its empty bowl.

Is it aware

That I’m it’s companion?

As a child

I loved dragons

They were strong, with breath of fire

They Flied

And in the end

They were freed from the princess

The Dragon and Saint George

As an independent dragon, I have found life quiet pleasant. Dragons usually travel in packs. They’re SUPPOSE to travel in packs, but I want to be on my own. My flock had a weird mountain-fetish; all they wanted was to fly among the clouds, sleep in ice cold caves, and have endless discussions about which family’s mountain was the tallest. (My mother and I lived in a very short one; only one man had died climbing it). But I longed for the color green, for warm summers, to live among other wild animals! So, as soon as I turned 5 (15, in humankinds years) I spread my wings and flew down to the lowlands, head first. I can still hear my mothers loving farewell words: “HONEY! If this is about a girl, I promise you, she’s not worth it!”

The river was as beautiful as I pictured it: Long, winding, sparkling, wet, and full of FISH! I sneaked slowly up to the waters edge, and trying my best to crotch like a tiger (whatever that might be!), I raised my paw, spread my claws wide open, and peered into the bubbling water trying to figure out which fish was the biggest.  At the same time, however, two men came walking along the river, carrying a gigantic net, sticks and worms. They gasped at the sight of me, drawing my attention. I turned my head at the sound and was stunned to see them standing there, still as statues.

“How delightful!” I thought. “Humans doing everyday life activities! And in much less clothing than I was use to them wearing as they did high up in the mountains. I could actually see their Faces!… Well that’s a let down, they look really quite boring”

I blew some smoke rings to salute these men; just as us dragons give salute to each other. The men screamed, turned around and dashed off like roadrunners. “Huh, I thought, that was a bizarre experience”


Meanwhile, in a near by village:

–         Warning, warning! Dragon! DRAGON!

–         We have seen a dragon! It is a vampire dragon, and it plans to drink all of our blood!

–         It has come to burn our village into ashes!

A woman hearing this ran to her neighbors and cried:

– The children! It will take all of our children away! I heard dragons like to eat children’s brain!

Her neighbors ran around town screaming:

–         It will burn all of us alive! Its blood thirst is unstoppable! We’re DOOMED!

–         DRAGON, DRAGON! The whole town screamed.

The princess who was trying on her newest jewelry heard the screaming.

– Gosh, can’t people realize some of us have important things to do and need to concentrate! She opened her bedroom door and called for her father:

–         Daa-ad! Some homicidal dragon is going to drink your blood and eat my brain!

After hearing the disturbing news from his beloved daughter, The King sat down to think of a plan. Now the town was low on sweets, and didn’t have many horses (The Queen owned most of them, much to the king’s wonder), and was economically drained (The weapons for the army cost so much money after all, dammit!) BUT, they we’re flooded with sheep.

–         So be it! The king proposed to the people. The Dragon will get two sheep from us a day!


Next morning, two skinny, shaky men came to me, each carrying a dead sheep over their backs. They threw down both sheep and took off.

“That’s disappointing” I thought, “Seems like humans are always in a hurry to get somewhere else” I looked at the sheep. “Ah! The Humans are welcoming me and saluting me as a friend! They want to be pals with me!” thrilled by this thought, I gobbled down the two sheep. Their meat was soft, and warm, oh so warm! The fish, on the other hand, are slimy and cold. Humans had certainly gotten it right with this one!

So every day they would give me two sheep to eat. It was always the same men that gave me the sheep, but they always left without a word. It was a bit depressing, this behavior: Here’s the sheep, sorry we didn’t grill them on an open fire, but anyways, bye bye, see you soon. However the sheep was such a strong symbol of rare friendship, that I fully accepted this behavior. Not only was the food good, but eating them gave me a sense of belonging.


Meanwhile, in the village:

The worst had happen: the village was out of sheep! They could no longer give the dragon the sheep in exchange of their lives!

–         What shall we do? I want to live; I want my children to die old!

–         All I have is my house, if the dragon burns it down life will be meaningless!

–         Calm down, calm down, our king will come up with something!

The situation was getting desperate and this made the king scratch his head.

–         Okay, we got a dragon, now what do we know about this dragon? Well, it’s big, light-green, yellow eyes… What else did the sheep-givers say, dear?

The king asked The Queen.

–         I think they said it’s a male.

–         Really? The king lifted an eyebrow. Then I think I might now how to solve this problem.


One day, instead of the skinny men coming to give me the sheep, there came a skinny young girl, with water spilling from her eyes, and WITHOUT A single SHEEP! She walked slowly towards me, her clothes dirty, bare footed, hair messy and slimy-looking.

–         Hello, mister dragon? I’m a human sacrifice, she said, gasping for air after every word. The King has sent me here.

She stood there head bowed and wobbling, as I lay down. We were like that for hours, just looking at each other. I started to dig a hole in the ground with one of my claws and mentally sighed.

“When are my two sheep going to be here?” I thought. The girl’s eyes were all red, but they weren’t leaking anymore.

–         Aren’t you hungry? She asked.

“Oh yeah! I want my sheep!” I muttered under my breath. The girl looked around, and giving me a nervous look, she dashed off, giving it all she got, running straight into the woods. That was a new direction for the situation at least…

The day after another girl showed up, bare footed as well. Her skirt was torn, and she was quite pale. But neither did she bring any sheep. She at the first opportunity ran into the woods as well.

A third girl showed up, hair dirty with shoes on her feet – but with holes over the entire surface. This girl eyes were not leaking, but her voice had an aggressive tone:

– The king sent me. Since you’re a male dragon, you probably want young girls to munch on. Stupid moron king thinks he’s so big. He could throw a lottery to pick a girl to sacrifice, BUT NO! WE with dirty skirts go first!

Now I was upset. I was hungry, I was confused, I couldn’t care less about the girl’s skirt, and I just wanted the tender, warm meat of a sheep. I started to make a whining noise. “WHY? Why? why?” I cursed. Had I done something wrong? Were the humans mad at me? If only I could talk to them!

–         Well, I won’t stand for this! I’m leaving, FOR EVER! The girl marched towards the woods.

“Greeech! Greeech!” I called, trying to say: “Wait! Wait! What I’m a going to eat?” As embarrassing as it was, I had completely forgotten how to fish. I was going to die!

The next day, I was desperately trying to catch a fish with my claws. I realized that living is the ultimate struggle, sometimes you’ve got to eat food that taste like rocks to be able to eat food that taste like honey later. It was then that I saw a new girl strolling along the river towards me. She was wearing a long, sapphire dress with a golden tiara, her eyes chocolate brown. She had high heels as well. (I never understood those kinds of shoes; they make it impossible to run!)

–         Damn those hicks! Stupid dad with his stupid power! Letting the people talk him into gambling which girl to sacrifice next! I AM WAY TOO IMPORTANT FOR DRAGON FOOD!

So this was another angry girl? Well, as long as she gives me food…


“Geech!” I interrupted, trying to say: “Sorry, I know nothing about important people”.

–         Oh god, oh god! The Princess gasped, her face becoming pale and she

started to shake so badly that her jewelry was making a bit of an irritating “ding-bling”-sound. I sighed and went back to my fishing. I wondered if princesses can eat fish?

Then, down a hill came a knight riding on his white horse. His name was George no. 1, since he had 4 other brothers that had the same name, and this is because the mother had been too lazy to give them all different names. He was armed with nothing but a couple of knives and a gigantic sword. History would know him as Saint George. When he saw the princess standing next to me, shaking with (unexplainable) fear, he raised his sword up into the air and cried:

–         Young lady, have no fear! I’m here to rescue you!

“Splendid!” I thought. “This seemed like an okay guy!  Maybe he will give me the sheep!” I ran towards him, as his horse galloped towards me. Oh, it was so great! He was as eager to meet me and to give me the sheep, as I was to eat them! Oh, finally, I would AAOOOAAAA!


George no. 1 slaughtered the dragon by punching his sword right through the heart. As a symbol for his love to the princess, he gave her a beautiful rose and a kiss on the forehead. Then he rode off with his new name Saint George.

–         Idiot

mumbled the princess, as she crushed the rose with her high heels.

She then returned to the village, where everyone gathered in celebration for the rescue of the beautiful princess. No one ever thought of morning the death of the three girls with dirty clothes, who actually now live in the woods, and have created a tribe known as the amazons, nor for the dragon who craved green valleys and loved sheep.