Dandelion heart
“A fresh and vigorous weed, always renewed and renewing, it will cut its wondrous way through rubbish and rubble.” William Jay Smith Beat hard my heart be dandelion, smart; beat […]
Monthly Archives: April 2018
Cerberus
You should know which jaws I use to maul, and which snarl is innocent and which is not. You have to grasp in which ear to whisper and in which […]
Sarek wild and vast
Say Sarek, whisper wilderness, talk vast and wide scream its streams, its summer snow its shining peaks the paths of those who passed before; say Akka, Pårte Rapa willow wide. […]
My cocoon
This night is not a rose but sea and thorns, a gilded mirror, chandeliers and gneis, the end and new beginnings, moss and stones a story and a dream. This […]
Old man oak
Still skeletal the gnarly canopy of this old man oak, with sap as thick as buttermilk, leans against despair of time; when suddenly the daring thrill of blackbirds challenge thaw […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 