Daylight
I think of spring in terms of daylight more than snow. This morning was the first morning of this year when I saw my shadow while bicycling to work. Sunrise […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Jack of spades
We raised foolish fake-gold colonnades and slipped our feeble silver-coins into the sweaty hands of the brooding colonel of the underworld to perk a fickle crescent smile from the bottom […]
Wild in wild
Wild in wild your rolling waves, O surge of silence, you — my sea. Today you are as smelted lead no froth no crests kindly coiling beneath this pewter sky, […]
Airport dreaming
Passport? In my jacket pocket, No. I had it before and my ticket somewhere, There, deep in the back pocket of my jeans, where is the gate A-45? “Don’t leave […]
Still life with apples
No more honey bees no bumblebees no butterflies no flies or moth no buzz of wilderness to pollinate and afterward silent orchard workers climb the trees to gently brush the […]
