Monthly Archives: March 2014

When Romance will meet Reality

My new potted plant is blooming. So boldly she’s blooming, and she looks out the window and she shouts “he’s coming, he’s coming, he’s coming!” Is he coming?! Now? (But I’m too fat! And I have to clean my flat … Continue reading

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It’s the end of March

It’s the end of March, and it will be the 6th year that I have lived in this flat. Almost all my pot plants has died during this time. Except for my snake-plants who excitedly and sticky bloom once a … Continue reading

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Haiku poems in March

Spring is backlashes – She should know that by now. But the heart is young. Våren är bakslag – Hon borde veta det nu. Men hjärtat är ungt. —– He dances smiling – but she is still far from him. … Continue reading

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Lament

I  feel like an old wrung out wash-cloth… … or a wilted rose never reached its recipient… …or a disembodied and shabby scarecrow… …in torn clothing deployed on a desolate already harvested field with only stubble and clay… … squeaking … Continue reading

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It’s nothing, it’s nonsense…

Having craftsmen in the house for weeks, it’s like get a taste of hell. I long for every next weekend and when it comes, the silence spreads out in my rooms and suck up all air in deep breaths leaving … Continue reading

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My cosy loneliness in the democratic welfare state…

It’s March 2 already and it’s another quiet Sunday, dull and grey. I still have that vague sense of derealisation. In afternoon it eases up a bit by the phone calls to my  closest. But the connection to my friend … Continue reading

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I need that solid ground, yes you

You’re still far off. The silence. From you; in my rooms. The fridge low hum. The ventilation wheezing. A sudden sense I walk around in nothing but air. I need that solid ground! Yes, you…     Du är fortfarande … Continue reading

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