Melting
A place reeking of grease and unsettled bills, empty dining room, a snow-covered lawn. It fitted his canceled date. She hadn’t even bothered to text him. Sarah the ice-queen. Simon […]
Monthly Archives: April 2020
Postcard from Bohuslän
In summer I’ll bring you westwards to shores where the wind face you frisky and sea-freed to untangle your hair from the ties of timber and moss In sea-summer here, […]
Silence and tea
If you make tea for people returning from a flower viewing, displaying a painting of flowers or birds, or a flower arrangement in the tearoom is inappropriate. In music — […]
My lady, my tea
Your name is the secret slowly distilled from hilltops shadowed by clouds, from rain at breaking of dawn, from moon-dreams fulfilled, from sunlight on waves; from pleasure and pain. Anointed […]
Eye of the needle
Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. Matthew […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 