Tomorrow is another day.
The funeral had been a quick affair, and the family had returned to the mansion. Amberly wondered if they would have warmed to her if she had shown a sign […]
Monthly Archives: March 2017
Acorn
Home is like your fist, an acorn waiting to spring root. Home is not your prison of convention, nor a migrant’s shelter, it’s neither pillow nor the pavement. Home is […]
Books and dragonflies
The river is both change and sameness It’s an endless new beginning from its birth in raindrops, rivulets and streams through the rush of waterfalls, the sluggish movement under bridges […]
Weatherlocked feast
One of the cabins we always try to find our way back to is the Nallo hut. It is situated in a deep valley with wonderful views when weather is […]
Cataract
He built his home with ink on paper, his world was walled with words. And with myopic eyes he gardened in the soil of sagging shelves, he sowed with books […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 