Solace is a red balloon
He was six and got a red balloon; his sister got a blue. A day in spring when suddenly … the wind sneaked up behind and stole her blue balloon. […]
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Octagon of home
I. The walls of any home is less its stone and mortar than the spyglass on the upper floor. II. Coming home is a piece sandglass being polished on a […]
Books and dragonflies
The river is both change and sameness It’s an endless new beginning from its birth in raindrops, rivulets and streams through the rush of waterfalls, the sluggish movement under bridges […]
Weatherlocked feast
One of the cabins we always try to find our way back to is the Nallo hut. It is situated in a deep valley with wonderful views when weather is […]
Beneath the canopy
Beneath the canopy is grass and daisy words. And there are eyes in eyes forget-me-nots and hand in hand cause she is her and blood grape sun, a shared champagne […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 