Illiteracy
The library has borders, books are fenced defence, defiance and his shelter. Sentences are bulwark, sentinels against the ignorance of those not yet enlightened. He believes in castles swords protecting […]
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Listen to the gardener
Any gardener can tell you that weeds are windborn or they come in hiding with the plants you bring from nurseries. Any gardener will tell you that the walls are […]
Close to the horizon
To visit an island means to border yourself. There are places of magic where your line vision both expands towards the horizon and shrinks to the small piece of land […]
River Heartless
You are river, running wild You are river running high. I’m a footpath rarely walked I’m a footpath, make me cry No cairn is needed, I follow river I ask […]
The lake fairy
My dreamer-ghost, breeze shimmer-grin melt clouds, un-scar be whisper-rose and green be sound of leaves at dawn spill echoes, flicker, drizzle storm journey, cue my breath balloon the spring be […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 