Carpe Diem Haiku – Frozen Fireworks (a haibun)
I dig my hands deep into the pockets of my wet overcoat, caressing the brief note you had left for me. I know that being late will not matter this […]
Daily Archives: November 11, 2014
Sourmilk and rhubarb jam – for dVerse
My day is sourmilk, and inky clouds of drizzling misery; it’s death and greed of sooted news; a cup of tea and orange juice; cottage cheese and rhubarb jam; redolent […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 