A little bit of dystopia here, showing what our world could be like if fear won out.
As Pride week in Stockholm comes to a close, we have our big parade. And it’s still needed, as we have been made all to aware this year.
Returning to an old topic again.
Okay, another summery poem, featuring one of the annoying aspects of the season.
I suppose one could see this as my entry in the debate that never seems to end.
More about life and mortality, but this is lighter than yesterday’s fare.
Making sense of events in poetry form.
Written at 2:30 am on a Sunday morning.
Certain scenes are sure to inspire me.
One of those marvels you can spot during the spring and summer. A sort of alliterative poem.