His Light shines – for trifecta
I hear your echoes in our empty rooms as dust swirl slowly in the silver moon the butcher’s hatchet sing of crimson dooms your soul has flown but still I […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – Fujiidera
A funeral is a preparation for the life after. And if you believe that you will be reborn again, the balance sheet will be summed. Just like in any economy […]
My punctured heart – Sunday whirl
you pluck me ripe, my body’s yours invisible your finger’s grasp with routine used to settle scores and gutsy fists that make me gasp you gather lists to fill your […]
fedora bank-day longings
black fedora frayed white shirt and the tie untied subway saturday subconsciously a bank-day for him lonely dinner waits dreaming of monday exhaling february air coughing out his loneliness Another […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – Kirihataji
in valley below through mist a church appears – is it a dream? Linked to Carpe Diem — February 8, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 