How I remember birthdays
What I remember most about my birthdays, is how quickly I forget them. The last day of January in the southern part of Sweden is almost never white with snow, […]
Category Archives: haibun
Bridging with patience
The previous day we had hardly left the cabin. Ceaselessly the rain had beaten roof and windows, clouds had licked the soil while gusts of wind had shaken walls and […]
Cityscape anatomy
The city’s built from bones and cartilage; the foundation of its skyline are constipated guts; the soil is saturated with our blood. The city is a beast. When I window-shop […]
Commuting close to water
I do neither crave adventures, nor a struggle to brighten Monday mornings. When riding bicycle to work there are little changes every day. Every morning’s different. Today for instance air […]
Downstream
It’s not abrupt, but more like flowing downstream on a river; changes in the way you look too deep into your mirrored eyes. Like leaves you waited for in spring, […]
