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Victoria's Substack

A Poet & Artist from Scandinavia who likes to create beautiful memory lanes while dancing in nostalgia clouds.

Newsletter · By Victoria Christensen · Official site

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Aug 8, 2026
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  1. Issue · Aug 8, 2026

    Sea Olive Tree (opens the original)

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    Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI had he asked a different question there would have been letters for another story a tomb in a Paris cemetery, 1765 II sun down dark water, night with no stars fireworks brigade, the moment we leave salt on skin, taste, no one to witness new image, underwater my horizon framing children’s play with waves that don’t quite make it to shore then transparent clouds with seagulls somewhere we are hands intertwining, fingers wrin

  2. Issue · Jul 14, 2026

    Our Renaissance (opens the original)

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    Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIlluminated by moonshine, hips, hands, shoulders arched, a serenade for the wild, fires on the beach. The body is of the soul, the sacred lines intertwining, binding. They tell us to obey, fit into ideals. They tell us to hand over the mind to the hive, to die Mesomorphic dreams. The sickness, the corruption. Plastic trees, forgetting the real, and trade perfection for connection. But I tell you to remember the imperfectly p

  3. Issue · Jul 5, 2026

    I am Earth (opens the original)

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    Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedYou want to see me bend like a willow tree in the wind, to wrap my hair around you, set all your sins on fire, bring down the rivers from the mountains, resurrect you from your mind, like you have finally found your religion. I see it in your eyes. It scares you how, after death, I always bloom again. I see it in your eyes. It scares you how you can’t take what I so naturally create. And all the sacred tombs, they are oh so

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