How I remember birthdays
What I remember most about my birthdays, is how quickly I forget them. The last day of January in the southern part of Sweden is almost never white with snow, […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Almost lack of movement
In almost lack of movement of the summer night, when sun still glares, reflects itself in sea, I walk across the meadow sparkled, dewed. There’s a sea-gull calling from above, […]
Please say …
Please say it matters not soiled, bespattered. What’s divided can be bridged cause hate is hurtful and still resourceful we can climb and cross the ridge. Please say you’ll follow […]
Under siege
Turrets and bulwarks, build a wall and dig a moat. pull the drawbridge, put your trust in razorwire, guns and ammo. Have you seen the windmill over there? Is that […]
Parting and parsley
Parting is the parsley that adorns a juicy steak: the one you put aside; the one you save for last. You watch it soaked in gravy waiting for the waitress […]
