Tournesol
I tournesol, my face is glazed in slender rays. In birdsong symphonies days get longer. Come leap, cascade in brooks be willow mild Come snowdrops, crocus spring my heart. Paint […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Oolong tea
“Is the library like woods or sea? Do books resemble trees or waves?” Maybe they are both, the aged librarian ponders as he stirs his Oolong tea while sifting through […]
My home’s my castle
From floor to ceiling bookshelves and a fireplace. words for healing with a glass of wine and jazz. My house is poetry. I am warden of its books and garden, […]
A librarian’s name
It was a bright and sunny day when he first entered the library; he had a name that wasn’t borrowed from the books. His name was given and told of […]
There are secrets that you know
I used to keep a diary for travels where I noted down each Kodak moment snapped. It’s a hard covered notebook; grey textile, lined paper (but lacking margin) where I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 