Mystery Blogger Award

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I am so pleased to have this award. Thank you very much, Manuela, for
nominating me for Mystery Blogger Award.

I’m including the link to Manuela’s blog here. Please visit her wonderful
blog and perhaps follow her as well: https://inalove
Also, I thank you to the creator of this award. The image is very beautifully
done. The link to the creator:


*Put the award logo/image on your blog.
*List the rules.
*Thank you whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
*Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well.
*Tell your readers three things about yourself.
*You have to nominate 10-20 people.
*Notify your nominee by commenting on their blog.
*Ask your nominee any five questions of your choice, with one weird
or funny.
*Share a link to your best posts.


It’s an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog
not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of
the best out there, and they deserve the recognition that they get.
This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in
blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.
–Okoto Enigma (


1.) I like gardening
2.) reading and writing
3.) I am semi vegetarian.

There are so much more I haven’t mentioned here. I hope I’ll get
to them soon as I can. Thank you again.

–Byung A. Fallgren



Once, the voice in my head

“Intense wave of dark feeling,
too powerful to resist, waits for
the egoistic idiocy to
prevail with your mind,

letting you forget
the moral obligation to
the loved ones and yourself,
to turn away from the
devil within,
keep walking forward,

flings you to
no return zone,
no amount of regret
can undo fallen,
Be mindful of the enemy
within–run, grab ahold
of healing hand.”

By Byung A. Fallgren

Seeing my father in myself

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While the little son
climbs up the ladder
in sheer joy of act,
Father envisions
Son’s glory on the horizon.
Son’s foot slips,
Father closes his eyes,
fighting not to think of
Son’s misfortune.
Son tumbles down,
Father’s heart skips
a beat or two. He mutters,
My son, you can be
makes your life easier.

©by Byung A. Fallgren

Stream, footprints within


Flow of the melting snow,
the broken water of
Nature’s womb,
before the arrival of spring,
one of her many memories.

Stream knows the footprints within,
the winter hunters’ scent on the
rock, his cigaret butt wedged
between the stones, she mimics
the hunters’ voices.

Doe he’d let go rests by the shrub,
expects to give birth soon, The
stream knows the footprints
within, the reticent keeper of
the story they left behind.

©by Byung A. Fallgren

Dove and the young man

Removing the cracked
concretes on my driveway, he
mocks the cooing dove,
do do doo, do do doo.
Might he think:
what will I do tomorrow?
This isn’t what I should do
on the weekend,
while my friends fishing,
hiking with their girl friends.
He kicks the concrete piece then
hums. I almost hear him singing:
I work at the bottom
today, I may do the same thing
tomorrow but at the top,
a contracter, encouraging
the young men like me,
‘you are building for
tomorrow formidable
as concrete.’
Dove recites the words
as the young man hums.

by Byung A. Fallgren