eight one one
A room without books is like a body without a soul. Cicero The aged librarian have ceased to shave — his beard’s another shade of grey and when he walks […]
Monthly Archives: February 2017
You owe me everything
You cannot see me. I’m absolutely still. I’m the shadow in the shadow, patient, waiting, cause you will be the first to move. You know I’m close. I can see […]
Palinoia
When caught with jam around your lips you touch that pause between a heartbeat and the next and tense in halfway rigor mortis, in the gall and wormwood sense of […]
We were like houses
My past in the suburban housing; mushroomed from the meadows in the early sixties; houses side by side, stately rows with playground streets; at first the same, but after fifty […]
Bike and water
I bicycle across the frozen lake on my way to work. It’s almost six kilometer shorter than the path around. A gift of winter and a road for free. A […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 