Circus outside your window
smoothe summer evening budvar in hand I listen to circus drums beating rhythmically with my breaths and thoughts everyone should have a circus outside their...
smoothe summer evening budvar in hand I listen to circus drums beating rhythmically with my breaths and thoughts everyone should have a circus outside their...
It’s 30 C in the shade. What was I thinking turning today into a day for doing laundry? Phew. Well, I’m almost done. Just one...
K just called to let me know there has been a terror attack in London. Atleast five bombs, he said, the death toll ranging from...
The music is loud, too loud for me to want to pay the 200 CZK it costs to get into the room where the band...
It´s a rainy day in Prague, one of many this week. The Czech capital is like a moody mistress, and I haven´t learned the tricks...
sunbathing in bed on the fourth floor I don´t have to worry about love handles or that someone might see me writing in the nude
After six years as a writing site connected to my mailinglists on writing, I am turning Skriva.net into a blog. It’ll focus on writing and...
My legs are still wintery pale, despite the lovely weather of the past couple of weeks. That needs to change. Atleast I won’t have to...
Note: Manipulated image above. Yes, it’s important to point these things out. This is the same person, you see. Håkan Berg. Doing a double performance...
Okay, so maybe turning 30 isn’t such a bad thing, when you think of the alternative. For a long time, growing up, I had this...
Poppies are my favourite flowers. They are full of grace, and so fragile. You can’t just pick poppies and put them in water. They lose...
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