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gratitude, Prose poetry

Times like these

by Sanna Karlsson

Katrineholm — One should be grateful. Grateful for the late evening sunshine, yellow and lovingly caressing, for the sough in the trees, that soft, dancing sound of shivering aspen leaves, for voices and laughter in the background, they carry so well over water, Grateful for times like these. I’m sitting in a rickety, weathered chair, on a jetty so loosely tethered that every movement in this little lake cre...

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I won't say goodbye

by Sanna Karlsson

Katrineholm — I’m sitting on the old balcony, underneath the honeysuckle I planted a couple of months ago. The heavy fragrance is in my nostrils. I’ve moved since last time I wrote here, back to my hometown. No one...

sunset, Moments

A last sketch

by Sanna Karlsson

Katrineholm — Isn’t it fitting that the last words that you wanted to be profound, couldn’t really be found at all? That they were bits and pieces of something potentially meaningful flitting about your brain, just...

night, Prose, poetry

Midsummer Night

by Sanna Karlsson

Katrineholm — I’m outside, brushing my teeth The air is humid and cool and wonderful it’s been raining all day and now the blues and the greens of the night are all jumbled up, bleeding into each other A light...

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