Carpe Diem Haiku – Fujibakama
last butterfly inhales the purpleness of meadowed bloom Linked to Carpe Diem, and my excuses for using my poetic license to invent a few new words — November 7, 2014
Kokopelli’s flute
Where echoes of his ancient flute reverbs, the humpbacked canyon player lingers still. He carved these walls with water sprinkled notes; and blended pollen in the sandstone dust. The desert […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – Yellow Valerian
at the precipice – the yellow sentinel braver than most Linked to Carpe Diem — November 6, 2014
What’s fair in bottles?
When fairness lingers indecisive in olive hues of sunburnt skin in raven tresses hidden by hijabs in what’s different from you; it’s your acceptance of the details in what’s fair […]
Virtual Roadkill
“Some age gracefully — constantly learning and adapting — while other are left as rusting debris on deserted parking lots; waiting for renewal that will never come. Some find new […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 