Only the wisest of us saw – Haibun
Only when you have eaten a cockroach do you appreciate soup. — Ukrainian Proverb Packed into a box-car we all felt Siberia in our empty stomachs. In the rhythmic thud-thud […]
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Carpe Diem Haiku – Birobidzhan
The brief stop we make tempts us to go out and leave the train for brief stroll on the cold platform. We find that we are not alone. The very […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – Tayshet
As I see the sleepers carrying the steel road passing underneath, I reflect on the contrasts between us, the passengers and those of the navvy workforce making our leisurely trip […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 