May Grey turn into pink
Gray if you may the morning today when it’s Monday is bleak, remember to keep your nose on the grindstone; push forward, deliver and maybe by Friday it’s turned into […]
Monthly Archives: September 2019
When the locusts eat your liver it may be too late
It’s not the species dying, lost or extinction in itself, but the locusts, and the pestilence that will follow in its wake that might change your mind (when it’s way […]
When the Bird is playing
Go play it slowly Charlie play it higher, play with birds, play it easy play it snarly for you it’s not been hard to quiver quavers, jam the night till […]
Butter on my fingers being silent
I remember mostly mornings since my grandma didn’t like to cook, the kitchen was the place for endless breakfasts. A room where aunts and uncles sat in morning-gowns while talking, […]
Closing time
Chef Dubois stood on a chair addressing his crew. The kitchen-noise subsided as he greeted them all; from sous-chef to hostess, from water-boy to waitress. His team; exhausted, longing for […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 