Room at the attic
Summers of my childhood were sometimes spent in the big countryside manor of my grandparents. Uncles and aunts, cousins and rooms more than we could count. Days followed days in […]
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Outhouse scent
A scent of outhouse brings me back to leisured days of youth, to sunwarm gneiss as smooth as ice beneath my bare feet running for seclusion. Its sense is not […]
From where I am
I’m from the key-chain round my neck. I’m from dinner-tables where my father spoke alone. I’m from dust of bookshelves. from plights of duty. from homework done in warmth from […]
The dragon and the man
in patterns on the bathroom tiles I still recall the dragon and the evil man I used to dress them up in suds and make up stories with my plastic […]
Carpe Diem Special – Kyoshi Takahama’s -spring evening
Carpe Diem Special today is to write haiku in the style Kyoshi Takahama’s haiku shutting my eyes I find a young me found in the Spring evening the blackbird’s song […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 