Ode to a pen – for dVerse
My pens will usually never linger. They fly like crows from tree to tree, cawing out short signatures of guilt. My cheap plastic pens move from pocket to your handbag […]
My concrete heart – Poetry for Friday Fictioneers.
The choices that I cannot make between what’s right for me or what’s right. Are there answers on the wall? Painted clear with brazen clarity, In letters scribbled yes or […]
Carpe Diem Tanka – Tokuboku’s “white sand”
On the white sand Of the beach of a small isle In the Eastern Sea I, my face streaked with tears, Am playing with a crab (Takuboku) To write a […]
Carpe Diem Tan Renga – Cathy Tenzo’s “the Buddha Himself”
the Buddha himself did not start enlightened he walked the path (Cathy Tenzo) where wisdom can be gathered like blisters on his soles (Björn) — Linked to Carpe Diem […]
Carpe Diem Tan Renga – WabiSabi’s ”old beacon”
old beacon hailing all strangers – mind the land (WabiSabi) a shining albatross turns back to sea again (Björn) — Linked to Carpe Diem — November 19, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 