Being taught to read
He who can, Does, He who cannot, Teaches.George Bernard Shaw The aged librariancater for the books to rememberthe teachers from his youthwho taught him to quell his curiositywith encyclopedic text […]
Waiting to be read
This poemunpolished and roughbut with a gemstone edgeis a xenolith in sedimenta verse within a sea of prose;when polishedit may shinebe a beacon leading homefor those who wander lostit’s a […]
Plastic Jesus
Manic for his mansiona man of sort, a snake-oil driller, boasterskilled at nothing, still believerin himself, his self, a self to serveto kneel before Gilded heart is hiding stonesas for […]
Greatness claimed
Cattle die, kindred die,we ourselves also die;but I know one thing that never dies, –judgment on each one dead.Havamal 77 A viking chieftain in a praise of selflet carve his […]
Kettlebells and swords
Today when going to the gym and waiting for the class to begin I overheard a discussion about the preparations for an upcoming wedding. The bride-to-be talked about all the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 