Carpe Diem Haiku – Belief in Spirits
Not all spirits are good: eerie smiles – where heavy canopies are wailing spirit can be quite real as well: Friday evening yet another glass – battered wife But in […]
This night of sanguine hips
This night of sanguine hips when blinded by the bleach of sun we shed our last maracas tears Mascara rolling down her cheek forgets impending doom of dawn Dancing in […]
Virtual daisies
some days the caring enormity of our togetherness seems limited and in perplexity, I’m silent picking petals of imaginary daisies building infinite castles to fill me with your broken galaxies […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – grief
grieving rooms echo of their voices – absent friends Linked to Carpe Diem — September 4, 2014
a better man – for dVerse
I wish I was a better man I wish I could rid myself of prejudice share a cup of coffee – listen to her story of abuse that’s written in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 