Sandcastles
There is a trace of spring in the air, as we walk the same route as every day. “We built it well, Eileen, it looks exactly like when we moved […]
Monthly Archives: January 2016
Still life from a silent spring
I. Crushed by a boot the marigold’s nectar will never feed the bees. II. Rain flushed through drainpipes will school the one-finned fish. III. After turning up the heat – […]
The purpose of our own
With wings unfurled as sapphires, gold and pearls the butterfly has no other purpose than its own: to fornicate and eat and die. but yet the lily offers nectar to […]
Exploring priorities
The explorer cutting paths through thickets swearing at mosquitos wearing his ambition tight, sees too late the importance of a way back. — January 25, 2016
The smile that graced my lips
Dervished, danced to frenzied fall in silvered shadows she’s the hallowed call my past, my future; but today she’s mist. There are days when still, when the softness of her […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 