Willing to wilt
Not easy to fit the rhythm of bits it tilts into pieces; no wit or reason is lit it wilts like flowers in grit are lost without shit in guilt. […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Horizing
It’s not the scent of vertical rain, but how the shadows where spun from a cumulus cloud to flee with the wind cross the vastness of sea and to meet […]
Gentle Breeze
To April — singing of blackbirds clinging to trees In dawn still stinging from frost and bringing the breeze the scents that’s slinging blooms into ringing for peace. Then gently […]
Mushrooms
Picking mushrooms you can barely sense the might of mycorrhiza growing down below, how it tangles with the roots, embrace the trees and links with soil to feed the bloom […]
Sealed destiny
The ancient sailor sat by the shore staring at nothing with cataract eyes. “Sea will come to swallow us soon”, he muttered “It’s spring tide already, uncle?” He chuckled lighting […]
