Swedish Microverse
by Öyvind Helgesson
Drizzly and cold
No one now to scrunch up with
under our umbrella
Strilande kallregn
Nu trängs ingen med mig
under vårt paraply
From Fri haiku nr. 3, 2010
When he pried it open
my despairing fist
was empty
När han bände upp
min förtvivlat knutna hand
var den tom
(For Willy Kyrklund)
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Öyvind Helgesson’s stories and poems tend to have to do with existence in the northern part of Sweden, where he has spent most of his time.