Visual poems in laurel green

 

 

Abandoned

United we stand, united we fall

The Travellers

A short story about commuting.
Of a series of hallos and goodbyes.
Everyday life.

Threesome

Merry X-mas

Hymn no 13

The roar of the city...

drowns my innerself

pounds in my ears

blinds my sight

The roar of the city

devours me

gulps me up

and spits me back out again

all shiny and new...

Walking on water...

...or stuck in a bubble

Astrid

With eyes new to the world...tabula rasa

Spring nap

Winter be gone

...come spring

J ´ai un secret

Reaching

In hiding

The road ahead

Split vision

Grey Street

But then the roads in the park fall

And then he rode the line in

And the colors mix together to grey

And break me out

Happy Birthday F!!!

may you continue blossom

Oskar and the piranha